I was there this afternoon as well. James Moye, after a tentative beginning, was terrific; he sang it beautifully, and with more rehearsal could/would be a dynamite Oscar.
It's Kristin Chenoweth's show though, and she is absolutely brilliant. It's the perfect marriage of actress and role; she knows it and appears to be having a ball with it. Having seen the wonderful, if inconsistent, Madeline Kahn, I imagine Cheno's performance is what Hal Prince was hoping to get from Kahn and didn't.
I could nitpick here and there, but what would be the point? The show itself is as spectacular, funny and entertaining as the original; one might miss the cinematic sweep of Prince's staging, but Scott Ellis has given us something just as shiny, just as funny, but perhaps a little bit warmer and with a little more heart.
And I left the theater this afternoon with exactly the same high I had when I first saw the show, exactly 37 years ago today, on February 22, 1978.
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)