April 26th, 2019

critic

Tootsie


Oh my. It’s been so long since I encountered a musical that wasn’t terrible, I’m almost not sure what to do. Tootsie is not terrible. I’m pretty sure this isn’t just a rebound reaction after a pretty ghastly season (or the proper amount of pre-show lubrication). It’s the real thing. The music is great, the lyrics are snappy and rarely (dare I say never?) embarrassing, the costumes are fabulous...it knows how to be funny, it knows when it’s funny and that it’s ok to stand there and let the funny funny.

I will say that I could go a long time without a peppy scene-setting full-cast opening number and I’d be just fine. (Yes, it turns out to be a rehearsal for a terrible show and stops in the middle to remark on the badness, but still.)

Santino Fontana, Santino Fontana, Santino Fontana. And Sarah Stiles. And Andy Grotelueschen. And Santino Fontana! And David Fucking Yazbeck! (Although wow, I wouldn’t in a million years have pegged it as directed by Scott Ellis.)

Clearly, I have no idea what to do anymore about a good show. Just go see.