I attended this last night with my mother and we are both still on a high from it. It's the most lavish, extravagant production I have seen in years- full of eye-popping visuals and incredible vocals.
It is a very different animal from the film, and for the most part I think the changes are smart (and, according to the article in the Times, some are simply necessary due to song rights issues). The story is streamlined where it needs to be streamlined (in, say, eliminating many of the movie's barely-defined ensemble roles) and expanded where it needs to be expanded (mostly with the Duke, or Toulouse-Lautrec). The expansion of the pop music score largely works very well- it's hard to argue that artists like Lady Gaga or Adele don't belong aside Madonna and Elton John. While many have said that the exploded jukebox style of the score is played for laughs, I found that to be largely not the case, and judging by the audience response, I am not alone. Yes, there are definitely moments where song recognition is played for laughs- in the Elephant Love Medley, for instance. But when sung sincerely, whether as a standalone moment ("Firework"
or in one of the production numbers, the score is taken seriously by both the performers and audience.
The production numbers in the show are all stunners- much has been said about the act 2 opener, and rightfully so. The choreography and the costumes and the vocals and the music all come together so well in so many moments, leaving you thrilled and exhilarated. The cast, likewise, gives their all. Tveit has certainly never sounded better or been more charming, and Olivo is certainly different than Kidman's idiosyncratic performance but no less compelling. Danny Burstein turns every moment onstage into gold, and even though he leads only one number- and it is not nearly as compelling as the character's songs in the film- his presence is acutely felt throughout.
Where the adaptation fails is unfortunately a major misstep and a major moment: the ending. The show within the show barely registers and is more subdued and small than all that came before it. Whereas the incomprehensible Bollywood show in the film was a spectacle on top of a spectacle featuring a moment for basically every character, the musical just offers up... a snippet of a melodrama scene in front of a painted backdrop, a snippet of "Your Song," and then Satine's death. The Duke was already dispatched in a brief scene before this sequence, told off by Satine and left to stomp away. It's so oddly small and untheatrical for a show that had, until that point, been huge and heightened. Where is the lavish production, the moment of triumph for all the denizens of the club? Where is Christian being reminded of his ideals by Lautrec? Where is the Duke actually getting his comeuppance in the form of a very public breakdown and humiliation- which, incidentally, in the film, also gave Zidler his redemption? Where is the major moment of joy between Christian and Satine? This isn't an issue of "it's different from the movie so I don't like it"- I liked or could understand nearly all the deviations from the film in the show. This is just a remarkably inert and dramatically unsatisfying conclusion. It's not enough to scuttle the show, but for a production that I had very few faults with up to this point, it was jarring.
People have an issue with the encore, but frankly, given the anticlimax of the ending, I welcomed it.
I've seen a lot of critiques along the lines of "I had fun, BUT..." For me, it seems like the show just wants you to have fun and be carried away on the dazzle. It's not the first show to want this and it won't be the last. And it succeeds at hitting the bull's eyes on the target it sets for itself, which cannot be said for many shows that seem to aim for more and end up with far less.
"...everyone finally shut up, and the audience could enjoy the beginning of the Anatevka Pogram in peace."