I thought both the NY Phil and the Doyle revivals brought something wonderful to the material. The Doyle production definitely honed in on the aching sadness at the core of COMPANY and it was very psychologically and emotionally available, sometimes to a fault (Raúl's "Being Alive" is an amazing achievement in volume, but sometimes I prefer the more reserved vocal take... my favorite "Being Alive" of all time is still Adrian Lester's, for being wildly emotional while vocally held back.)
What the Phil production gave me was the best (and funniest) performance of the book scenes I'd ever seen. I thought the acting was better than the singing! Which, given that it was a staged concert, was a remarkable achievement of A) casting and B) trusting instincts in the quick rehearsal process. I love both Bobby's for different reasons, but the Phil production felt like a more fully-realized version of COMPANY as I'd interpret it, and Doyle's felt like a beautiful vision I wouldn't have taken to the material personally but I'm very glad I experienced.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.