Let me preface this by saying I loved Titanique when I saw it Off-Broadway. It was hilariously clever, and everything just “worked”. What I saw this afternoon at the St. James felt like a different show.
The physical production has been scaled up nicely enough to fill the larger theatre. However, at its core, this is still a small show that thrives on scrappy energy and intimacy. Here, it feels as though it’s simply been “plopped” onto a bigger stage in a house that’s too large for it. The result is a production that comes across as overinflated. It lacks the quirk and spontaneity that made it so special downtown.
The cast fares well overall. Jim Parsons could stand to dial things up a few notches. Deborah Cox gets her moment to shine with “All By Myself.” The returning cast members continue to do strong work.
Unfortunately, the audience was awful - talking, singing along, constantly getting up and down, taking photos, and even spilling drinks in the aisles.
It made for an interesting afternoon. I was genuinely excited to revisit this on Broadway, but ultimately, it just didn’t come together for me in the same way. Between my more reserved reactions to both Titanique today and CATS earlier this week, I'm beginning to wonder if I need to hand in my gay card...
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