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The Wick Theatre has nearly mastered the musical revue genre by hiring solid talent and adding in a few extra production values – all of it evident in this summer’s frothy paean to middle-class America’s music of the 1950s, the venerable Forever Plaid.
Not everyone is a fan of musical revues, but if you’re going to mount I Love A Piano, that justifiably popular evergreen staple of regional theaters over the past decade or so, this is the way to do it.
Curtains is a show designed for anyone who loves musical comedy, or anyone who has ever played Toto in a community theater production of The Wizard of Oz. Envisioned as a no-calories hoot of a love letter to the quirky dysfunctional denizens of the theater, it is accurately promoted with tongue firmly in cheek as “A New Backstage Murder Mystery Musical Comedy.”
Fine talent, stirring music and Slow Burn Theatre’s enthusiasm elevate the musical Violet, but the material has consistent void somewhere deep down in this musical’s emotional investment.
The modern musical has its glories, but none unabashedly embrace pure feeling in quite the way Tom Jones and Harvey Schmidt did in the 1960s. So be thankful for Palm Beach Dramaworks’ concert” series’ courageous celebration of heartfelt sentiment in 110 In The Shade.
Life is bittersweet marked by rue and romance in which those foolish mortals submit and succumb to the whirling winds of love and lust in Palm Beach Dramaworks’ concert staging of Stephen Sondheim and Hugh Wheeler’s glorious A Little Night Music.
We were tough last week on the national tour of Anything Goes. If those folks want to know what we were hoping to see, they should take the day off and drop in on what The Wick Theatre is doing with Dames At Sea with a fifth of the resources.
The Full Monty is one of those scruffy street mongrels that are undeniably cute and even inexplicably winning for short periods, but not a stray you want to take home. The Wick Theatre’s production of the musical is competent, perhaps one of the better renditions you’ve seen of it, but its not equal to the recent triumph with 42nd Street.
That percussive sound rolling through Boca Raton this weekend was the deafening echo of 32 tap shoes pounding the stage of The Wick Theatre’s glorious production of 42nd Street.