It all plays out in a rainbow of energetically choreographed dance numbers (by Will Taylor), mini-light shows, all manner of physical comedy, bed-hopping, pole dancing, a raft of winkingly winning performances by a juiced-up cast, and, as important as anything, those costumes, ranging from beautiful gowns to gold lamé short-shorts. But it would be all for nought without the foundation of Freed's nimble script, which weaves florid period prose (and verse) and modern comic witticisms into a nearly seamless tapestry of debauchery and happy endings. Think you need to pay Broadway prices to see a frighteningly talented cast of dozens cavorting in period finery to a Scissor Sisters soundtrack? Think again. Feeling a touch of the holiday season blues? Here's a fetching antidote.
"A sinister cabal of superior writers."
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