I saw this on Wednesday and found it to be a mixed bag. As a star vehicle for Hoffman and Eperson, it's fine. Both are wonderfully idiosyncratic and unique performers, and are able to show off their skills here to great effect. And it's fantastic to see Jackie Hoffman have a lead role, especially one that is both ideal casting and casting against type. Epperson skillfully camps it up, peppering his lines with imitations of divas past and mugging beyond Gloria Swanson levels.
I wish the rest of the production- and the show itself- had as much personality as Hoffman and Epperson do. The rest of the cast is thoroughly competent, but without real character. It's the same problem I had with Dames at Sea: this show needs character actors to sell the material, and only really has a couple. They sing well, they dance well, they speak well- but it all feels rote. The comedic timing, it should be mentioned, needs considerable tightening.
There isn't a real coherent vision for the production, either. Ken Fallin provides live-drawn backdrops, and a couple props are made to resemble his style. But why? If you're going to use a caricaturist as an inspiration, which is a fine idea for such a frothy show, it should pervade every aspect of the production, and it just doesn't. The technical elements are extremely minimal- a table, some short risers- and mostly reliant on the Fallin backdrops. It really just looks cheap, and not because there isn't a lot onstage. I have seen shows with *no* scenic elements that don't look cheap at all; but here, it looks skimpy and budget. The costumes are similarly cheap looking, and are very uninspired, totally unevocative of character or place. Choreography is downright amateurish and busy, and often not terribly fun to look at. The exception is Cory Lingner's solo in the second act; he's a very strong dancer and watching him perform it is impressive and a joy.
The show itself is... slight. Despite being written in 1959, it feels like it easily could've been written in the 30s, with its padded nature and feeling of loosely-plotted sequences strung together and tailored specifically to performers. A lot of it now falls flat and most of the score, though delightful in the moment, is pretty generic. The first act drags, and the second act really has only one plot element (Winnifred going to bed) and the rest is just spinning its wheels.
I'm glad Hoffman and Epperson have been given an opportunity to headline a production and show off their talents. I just wish the rest of the production were worthy of them.
"...everyone finally shut up, and the audience could enjoy the beginning of the Anatevka Pogram in peace."