Reviews of Dirty Dancing at Cadellac Theater in Chicago

In terms of true artistic merit, Dirty Dancing has little reason to exist onstage.

Though technically a musical, it offers no newly-written songs, besides few of the quondam ones are sung live and the prove makes no pretense of using the music and lyrics to bulldoze the onstage activity.

Billing itself as "The Classic Story on Stage," it is much less a theatrical reinterpretation than merely a alive re-enactment of a beloved moving picture.

In the obviously non-Equity product now playing at the Cadillac Palace in Chicago--where it ran "pre-Broadway" in 2008 (though never got there) following West Stop success in London--none of the performances are notably deficient, but neither are the leads specially distinctive or charismatic, at to the lowest degree as discerned from my upper balcony perch.

I doubt gorging fans of the 1987 Dirty Dancing motion-picture show starring Jennifer Grayness and Patrick Swayze would espouse that the stage version outdoes it, and especially given the entertainment value-to-price ratio, watching the movie would seem sufficiently satisfying for about.

That said, I found myself enjoying the alive version of Dirty Dancing much more than I expected.

Photos by Matthew Murphy; male star depicted not the same as in Chicago cast.

Though not a great musical past any means, and no substantive enhancement on the movie--despite a few non-film scenes that worked in the Civil Rights movement and added some depth to the family unit dynamics--for what it is, Dirty Dancing: The Classic Story on Stage is well-done and even rather likable.

I can't think specifics of the prove in 2008, and am surprised that I had last seen it that long ago, just remember not liking it much--as substantiated past the low rating in my theater database--perhaps largely due to the abundance of recorded music and video projections.

So it may be due to a general watering down of the production values of many newer musicals, and an overabundance of mediocre stageworks based on popular movies, that Dingy Dancing now seems relatively pleasing in comparing.

If cypher else, information technology is considerably better than the other stage production based on an iconic Patrick Swayze moving-picture show: Ghost: The Musical.

Information technology never fabricated me want to get up and trip the light fantastic, but given the well-paced script by Eleanor Bergstein--who too wrote the movie, based on her own experiences--bonny performers, impressive footwork and some first-class singing (on too rare opportunities), Muddied Dancing never stoked my ire or made me wish I hadn't made the expedition to the Loop from Skokie for the Broadway in Chicago presentation.

Christopher Tierney, a veteran of Chicago's Hubbard Street Dance company, looked good and danced well in the Patrick Swayze role of Johnny Castle, a dance instructor at a Catskills resort in 1963. (I've long been fascinated with the rising, existence and fall of the Borscht Belt and just watched a adept documentary on Kutscher's, the resort--along with Grossinger's--said to be the inspiration for Kellerman's in Dirty Dancing.)

Gillian Abbott makes for a likable and believable Baby, while former Joffrey member Jenny Winton is a pleasurably hitting presence to sentinel on trip the light fantastic numbers with Tierney.

But simply every bit impressive as the bodily stars of the show are the supporting players who vocalize the thin choice of live tunes. These include Jerome Harmann-Hardeman as Tito (the longstanding crooner at Kellerman'due south), Jennilee Shallow, John Antony and Doug Carpenter.

Between them, separately and together, they belt out strong versions of "Do You lot Honey Me?," "You Don't Ain Me," "In the Yet of the Night (I'll Recollect)" and the movie's signature song, "(I've Had) The Time of My Life," accompanied by a live ring onstage.

The plan notes that the bear witness includes songs not in the movie--such as "Save the Last Dance for Me"--that Bergstein had wanted but couldn't secure for the screen.

Then the cloth and music is far from atrocious, and with some dainty segues--aided by the use of video projections in lieu of much physical scenery--the pacing is practiced.

And though most of the dialogue echoes the moving-picture show--which I had watched the nighttime earlier for the first time in ages--it does work in more references to MLK and Civil Rights, which are generally welcome if a bit slight (though the listening to the "I Have a Dream" speech at a bivouac mid-show is chronologically doubtable, as Dr. King's delivered information technology on Baronial 28, 1963 rather than in midsummer).

I'm not sure if Bergstein simply restored scenes she had initially wanted to be in the motion-picture show, but though seemingly used in function to pad Human action Two, I felt a few moments between Babe and her mom (Margot White) were nice additions, equally well as a bit more than interaction between Baby and her sister Lisa (Alex Scolari).

The late-show substitution betwixt Babe and her father (Marking Elliot Wilson) feels similar it could be well-supported by a vocal--even if a newly-written i--and also suggests that Muddy Dancing might make for a fairly decent traditional musical if not then theoretically boxed in by the expectations of movie aficionados.

As information technology is, Muddied Dancing onstage is something of a strange theatrical hybrid, and as information technology neither equals its source film nor stands equally a stellar musical or play, it's hard to really recommend it.

But if you have a soft spot for the movie, and sympathise going into the theater that this isn't a Hairspray or Billy Elliot-blazon screen-to-stage musical adaptation but largely just the film unfolding alive before your eyes, I remember you may really enjoy information technology.

The material is what information technology is, as is the conceit, only everyone onstage at the Cadillac Palace enacts it well--and rather buoyantly.

So while you lot may non have the fourth dimension of your life, and might even imagine how this Muddied Dancing could well be a practiced bit better, you wouldn't be disingenuous to get up on your feet at the end and bestow a standing ovation, as did much of the oversupply on the show's first night in Chicago.

If it's not nearly the best matter ever to take centerstage, well, nobody puts Baby in a corner, either.

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