Some more thoughts this morning:
I think Frankel, Korie and Wright have done a good job balancing the writing of a double star vehicle, allowing the leading ladies to show off and send their fans into estatic states of diva worship with presenting a serious, adult entertainment that examines powerful business women, economics, the role women's beauty in society, etc.
For example, the show begins with a blackout and then lights up on LuPone and Ebersole in spotlights, seated at their vanities, applying make up. A skrim rises slowly, allowing for the entrance applause to play out before they start in on their Prologue duet.
The following scene takes place in 1937 at Arden's boutique. The shopgirls are singing "Behind the Red Door" while they assist customers. All of a sudden...Miss Arden is coming! Miss Arden is coming! And here! She! Is! Ebersole appears at the top of the staircase, decked to the nines and shouts out, "I'm Here!" before proceeding to walk down the staircase taking "Behind the Red Door" home to an exciting finish. She got massive re-entrance applause with this old fashioned star entrance.
Not to be left out in the cold, the next scene takes place in New York Harbor where a gangplank rolls onstage. LuPone, equally decked out, steps out at the top of the plank and exclaims, "It's good to be in New York!" She then sings "Back on Top" as makes her way down the plank and around the Harbor. Another thrilling star entrance with re-entrance applause and LuPone dazzling on a tricky vocal line.
By this point we're 12 minutes into the show and my poor little gay heart might not be able to handle much more of this without the smelling salts, but all of this isn't indulgence for indulgence's sake. These women are larger than life and Titans of industry. Of course they could behave this way and the audience can worship them the way all their clients worship their makeup products. The songs work as both vocal show off set pieces as well as character-enriching moments that establish mood, time and place. The creators walk a fine line, and for me they succeeded.
Marie: Don't be in such a hurry about that pretty little chippy in Frisco.
Tony: Eh, she's a no chip!