If theatre fans fall into two camps-those who love musicals and everyone else, then I humbly offer a third option-musicals only if done well. There my feet are planted, except when they’re tapping wildly under my seat, outside the theatre, on the sidewalk where the tap moves up my leg as I bop the bod home.
The Stratford Festival’s production of Crazy for You is a bopping whopper of a show.
Good seats help. One stretch and I’m on stage too, or so it was last weekend, as we were whisked back to the Aw shucks, golly gee, gotta dance era of Gene Kelly. If you don’t like the dude, you can quit right now and go surf somewhere else because we’re never going to get along.
