Reviving this creaky thing was a mistake. It's now comfortably a favored choice of middle schools, where it frankly belongs. Even high schoolers find it laughable; it makes GREASE seem sophisticated. Yes, many of the songs are still delighteful ("Lot of Living To Do" should stop the show), but the material plays without focus or satiric edge or even any strong point of view. Without a smoldering and sexually dangerous Birdie, what even happens? In this production, a vanilla idol comes to a small town and DISAPPEARS there. Literally. When he finally does "livin" in act two, he is swamped by the apple-cheeked chorus, blending in rather than leading. I've never seen anything quite like the series of mistakes in this show. And in the center, in two dreary roles, are two dreary performances by actors who can otherwise sometimes charm. I don't get it. It feels like there's something chemically toxic inthe air at the Miller. I don't think Ms. Gershon can suddely pop unless she acquires a new voice and at least one song that we want to listen to. In this production, Albert proposes, and then vanishes, and Gerson has an intermnable scene with his mother, the most bizarre moment in an evening full of bizarre moments (Mr. Irwin, leave the GRINCH on screen).
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling