UPDATE: TDF sent an email asking us to arrive extra early, at 10:00 a.m. for the 2 p.m. matinee, because of long lines. My first in 20 years of TDF membership. Wisely offered advice, because at 12:15 when I got to the Palace, they had a single window open, selling advance seats and pre-show pick-ups from the same person, and the line crawled and went down the sidewalk. It was bizarre in the unwillingness to address what TDF alerted.
What's new to say about the show that hasn't been said? I found the music overall better than many posters, and the vocal and band arrangements far more interesting and varied than expected. It's amplified like Tommy or Jesus Christ Superstar, sometimes diminishing rather enhancing vocals, but loud and big mostly serves.
To me, the best sequence in the show occurs late in act one, the staging of "Belong to Someone," and I won't spoil it, but the elements required to musicalize this story come together for the introspective song, and the operatic result feels emotionally and theatrically sharp. It looks like a Magritte painting. Its wallop took me by surprise, and LJ Benet rises to the moment - literally it must be noted - with soulfulness and brio. It is so effective I hoped something comparable would match it later, but nothing quite conjures the inventive magic. "Wild," the other known song from the show is a rafter-raiser for an ex-Elphaba, and Bean attacks it with signature power and investment. I'm in the minority: I found its staging busy and even dizzying, when a simple shared moment on a playground might sell it.
But everything here is busy, everyone moving in and out of every possible kind of theatrical lighting. And the lighting is spectacular, no argument. Yet ... yet whenever the actions slows to let its wonderful singers sing in shadow and find some quiet around the explosiveness the show goes deeper. The second act doesn't tread water, but the comedy set pieces do take up valuable stage time, and this dark tale of abandoned and abused children is at its strongest when it wears its heart on its sleeve. In the best moments, The Lost Boys makes earnestness a virtue.
This is sad musical that seems afraid to own its core sadness until it has no choice. And then, it rushes through the plotting that reaches the sobering catharsis and resolution. We get a "Children Will Listen" styled address at the end, in a decent enough song. But the efforts to construct traditional musical comedy, embellished with FX ornamentation, don't always sell its strength. Again, that underbelly of melancholy is its strong suit. We feel for these adolescents trapped a century in hip young bodies that cannot age. As much as the family unmoored by divorce and displacement. The allegory may be bald - it's even stated outright by one character late in the show: our boys are in trouble - but a persuasive enough case is made. The silliness in the Stephen King-styled efforts to capture the ostensible villains seems at odds with what the show wants to say - without apology - about loss and found family. Everyone seems scared of holding onto the darkness for too long. Maybe that will make it more commercial. But I felt a trade-off that hurts an ambitious piece artistically.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 4/22/26 at 05:56 PM