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The first things to know about Slow Burn Theater Company’s musical Groundhog Day is (a) do not go expecting to see the movie and (b) do not go expecting Bill Murray. The third thing is that it doesn’t matter. At all. This unapologetically uplifting, deeply poignant and very funny version is well worth seeing over and over on its own terms.
MNM Theatre Company’s delightfully silly production of A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum is a musical that prides itself on broad low and often ribald humor, pratfalls, double takes and half the encyclopedia of vaudevillian comedy.
This may seem a backhanded compliment, but it is meant with awe : The most memorable aspect of The Wick Theatre’s The Pirates of Penzance is you can understand the bloody words. The production has many other virtues: delightfully broad comedy a parade of costumes that are a hoot in themselves, first-rate soloists and an overwhelming choir-smooth ensemble.
MNM Theatre ’s Avenue Q, the musical comedy with foul-mouthed and copulating puppets, has never been as clearly about education as now. It’s the curriculum about coping with disappointment waiting in the real world.
The drolly hilarious Avenue Q, being given a “fine, fine” outing by MNM, is also imbued with a quiet sadness and accompanying sympathy for the loss of hopeful naiveté.
The MNM production of Monty Python’s Spamalot is silly and stupid.
Thank goodness. This edition of one of the funniest musicals of the past couple of decades revels in, savors, exults, wallows in the anarchic wacky vibe enshrined in the source material, the film Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
A wave of sheer glory lifts the audience into a firmament of validation, redemption and pure beauty in the last ten minutes of Zoetic Stage’s production of the Stephen Sondheim-James Lapine masterpiece Sunday in the Park with George.
MNM Productions at the Kravis Center’s superb revival of the Kander and Ebb revue The World Goes Round takes us on a detailed tour of the landscape of the human heart, not just the joyful peaks or the crippling abysses, but the winding trails through murky wilderness.
Hair never was and isn’t now accurate reportage on the 1968 counter-culture,any more than Oklahoma was a faithful account of homesteading on the eve of statehood. But what the raw material got right and MNM Productions’ engaging edition gets right at the Kravis Center is the infectious vitality, youthful optimism and the genuine sense of communal love.
Immersive technology goes a long way in elevating Topher Payne’s Angry Fags at Island City Stage, but the play still suffers from elephantine pacing and a sense of crippling logorrhea. Yet there is a modicum of brilliance awaiting patient audiences.