And so, in an effort to keep ticket sales up, Matthew Murray of TalkinBroadway.com has gone and re-reviewed the show:
'...Director Michael Mayer maintained a vague grip on the show when it first opened Off-Broadway at the Atlantic Theater Company just over two years ago, keeping his cast just barely reined in as their teenage characters railed against demanding parents, corrupt teachers, and blossoming erotic impulses in late-1890s Germany. When that production hit Broadway a few months later, Mayer had all but given up, and allowed the cast to devolve into malfunctioning animatronics with grimacing line readings and more mugging than Central Park in the 1980s.
The last time I saw the full original cast, in May 2007, even the two or three actors who had previously resisted overacting had succumbed, completing the show's transformation from countercultural message concert into a repulsive grotesquerie of the absolute worst Broadway had to offer. The only sensible conclusion was that, at some point between the Atlantic and the Eugene O'Neill, Mayer had told everyone to play bigger: They did and they never, ever stopped, even when they started orbiting Neptune.
That message, however, hasn't filtered down to the new folks. Well, not thoroughly: There are still a few cases when someone utters one of Sater's lines or lyrics or executes one of Bill T. Jones's percussive dance moves with two or three times the enthusiasm that is strictly necessary. But such occurrences are thankfully now the exception rather than the rule.
Nowhere is this renewed focus more evident than with Moritz, the overworked and undersexed student John Gallagher, Jr. envisioned as a criminal psychotic A.W.O.L. from the shock therapy ward. Gerard Canonico plays him like - gasp - a sane but confused young man who hasn't yet learned the crucial art of balance, but who nonetheless seems to be fueled by human sensitivity. More important, his frequent complaints about his increasingly overburdened life ring as desperate cries for help rather than merely affected adenoidal whining...'
http://www.talkinbroadway.com/world/SpringAwakening2008.html
"Y'know, I think Bertolt Brecht was rolling in his grave."
-Nellie McKay on the 2006 Broadway production of The Threepenny Opera, in which she played Polly Peachum