You know, we all take turns having a production where we write something eyerollingly corny like "Is it perfect? No. Does it have problems? Of course. Did I have a great time? Yes."
I think Encores! would do well to strip back to music stands and do an expectation readjustment after next season because the most unfortunate thing here is the desire to present a fully-cooked "concept" revival in a very undercooked setting. Cats kind of ate its lunch, too, in a production that made its choice feel clearer because the leap is so much wider. I think great to cast with intention in whatever direction, but they did not have time to quite find the bigger cultural reframing they seemed to be reaching for here beyond that.
However, I was smiling throughout! It was funnier than other La Cages I've seen, it was sweet, I loved hearing the orchestra. Some of the songs came off better than others. Loved seeing Wayne Brady kind of come into himself as an out performer in a new way. James Jackson Jr. was a hoot, especially kicking those bags across the stage. Billy had big ups and sometimes downs. I was sitting in the balcony which may have actually helped modulate his performance perfectly. But when he was good, I thought he was very good indeed! His "I Am What I Am" was exciting and relatively restrained, his comedy especially in the second act went over well and got some belly laughs. I saw his Albin's weariness and fragility, too. Yes, Billy Porter is A Lot, seemingly a lot of attention-hungry theatricality covering a lot of neuroses and perhaps waning technical ability--Is this not the character? The title song was his low point, seemingly just unrehearsed, but thankfully that's my least favorite in the show.
I understand the criticisms of the production and think many are valid. This is not the unqualified home run that MACK AND MABEL and DEAR WORLD were for me in recent years. But I felt like it was still LA CAGE and still a very fun night out to get to see this with a packed City Center during Pride during a very troubled and troubling time, with Harvey still here to record a curtain announcement as a cherry on top.
During the last revival, I was still basically a kid figuring myself out. During this production, I got to squeeze my partner's hand during "Song on the Sand." Perhaps it is not possible for me to be objective, perhaps I don't care to be.
Updated On: 6/19/26 at 09:52 AM