Theatremania is Mixed-to-Positive (he likes it, but seems more than a little dismissive of it):
"Yeah, sure. Go see Jersey Boys, subtitled "The Story of Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons." So what if the Des McAnuff production is so slick that you could slip on it and slide to an untimely end? Fuhgeddaboudit! It's got the Four Seasons songs, an astonishing string of melodic and melodramatic celebrations of adolescent emotion that make this show a highly appealing oldies concert. It pushes its broad-shouldered way into the theater as a better example of the currently ubiquitous "jukebox musical" form. Included for the delectation of baby-boomer fans and salivating others are commendable facsimiles of clicks that The Four Seasons released in the '60s and '70s, when supersonic-voiced Frankie Valli was at first just one of the boys and later was top-billed.
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Late in this glittery paean to the Garden State lads, the on-stage Valli talks about being asked what career highlights he remembers and says, "When everything dropped away and all there was was the music -- that was the best." So it goes in Jersey Boys, which is another of McAnuff's seamless packages and is at its best when everything else but the music drops away. The rock-and-roll juggernaut moves speedily but doesn't necessarily dig too deep. The heavy metal (not in the musical sense) set by Klara Zieglerova, Howell Binkley's chiaroscuro lighting, Steve Canyon Kennedy's essential sound design, the shark-skin suit-heavy Jess Goldstein wardrobe, and the Michael Clark projections are suavely professional stuff -- particularly, Clark's projections on three large screens suspended high above the stage. They often feature Roy Lichtenstein-like, full-color drawings and are the giveaway to the nature of this finely calibrated enterprise. Lichtenstein was an ironist in paint, who regularly appropriated plummy comic-strip frames to mock human emotion and high art. By nodding so blatantly to him, McAnuff and librettists Marshall Brickman and Rick Elice tip their approach to the Four Seasons story. (Brickman is a sometime Woody Allen collaborator and a filmmaker in his own right; Elice has years of Serino Coyne marketing expertise on his resume.) Jersey Boys is a cartoon take on the lives of four big boys who didn't do too much crying but did have a few things about which they could weep.
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Despite its flaws, you can't beat this show with a stick. The multitudes of other-side-of-the-Hudson folks who for years have been gloating about having Giants Stadium and New York football teams on Meadowlands territory now have something else to gloat about: They've got Jersey Boys on Broadway, where it could remain for quite some time.
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