Variety is Mixed:
"Having scored with its first Broadway venture, New Line doesn't stray far from the "Hairspray" formula with its second stage outing, "The Wedding Singer." Substitute the high-tack 1980s for the swinging '60s, swap Ridgefield, N.J., for Baltimore, copycat the candy-colored design and peppy score and, presto, another instant crowd-pleaser is born. But no matter how slickly realized it is, imitation comes with limitations. Like a knockoff Prada bag picked up on Canal Street, this looks at first glance like the real thing, but closer inspection reveals the imperfections.
Not that its synthetic quality proves fatal to "The Wedding Singer," by any means. Forced as it is, this is a fizzy confection offering enough easy enjoyment to attract the outer boroughs and the tourist trade.
It's also derivative by design, to some extent making a virtue of its inherent phoniness via winking acknowledgement.
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The musical's chief means of getting laughs is its tireless resurrection of cheesy '80s fashion trends and pop staples -- lace bustiers and fingerless gloves, parachute pants, aerobics, moonwalking, Flock of Seagulls-style sculpted mullets, fringed boots, big-haired metal skanks.
Scott Pask's sets, Gregory Gale's costumes, Brian MacDevitt's lighting and David Brian Brown's grotesque hair designs all work overtime to re-create and caricature the decade's most vulgar excesses.
But unlike "Hairspray," in which the quirky period evocation was a backdrop for fully developed comic situations and characters with real heart, "Wedding" has too little going on beneath the time-warp gags. It's also hampered by a central imbalance in its cast.
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Standout of the supporting cast is Felicia Finley, who embodies the scariest manifestations of '80s femininity in two riotous numbers as Robbie's fickle fiancee, Linda. Outfitted like Lita Ford and backed by wind effects straight out of a Jim Steinman video, Finley delivers a headbanging breakup missive in "A Note From Linda" and executes some dangerous-looking sexual acrobatics in "Let Me Come Home."
While the show's first half perhaps has one relentlessly upbeat number too many, the songs are a tuneful mix of dance beats and gentle ballads, the most effective of these being Robbie and Julia's "If I Told You." Composer Matthew Sklar and orchestrator Irwin Fisch have dipped liberally into the sounds of the era, borrowing riffs from Van Halen, Wham and Spandau Ballet, among others, while Rob Ashford's bouncy choreography references signature moves from "Thriller," "Flashdance" and "Material Girl."
The best song is the effusive opening (and closing) number, "It's Your Wedding Day." Had the show sustained that initial high note, focusing more on the romantic comedy and less on the "I Love the '80s" pop-culture collage, it might have been a more rounded entertainment.
http://www.variety.com/review/VE1117930349?categoryid=1265&cs=1
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