The national tour of 9 to 5: The Musical has a lot of things going for it — high energy numbers, impeccable choreography, and a trio of talented actresses each carving out a distinctive stage persona for herself. Whether that’s enough to overcome the strangely joyless tenor of the production probably requires devotion to the film that inspired it, to Dolly Parton herself, or some combination of the two.
Parton’s musical numbers are serviceably peppy, but the book by Patricia Resnick, who also co-wrote the film’s screenplay, is dispiritingly flabby. Flashes of screwball wit, workplace satire, and broad physical comedy pop up briefly, but the show never commits to a comedic style and mostly settles for corny set-ups (strait-laced office workers smoking pot, an unattractive assistant pining after her boss) with even worse punchlines.
This first tour, which began in September, is at the 5th Avenue Theatre through April 24. The musical largely follows the plotline of the film, with three underappreciated female office workers at the generic Consolidated Industries fighting back against the sexist regime that runs their company. Violet (Dee Hoty) is a capable, strong widow balancing career with raising a teenage son. Doralee (Diana DeGarmo) is a busty country girl, constantly being gazed upon by lascivious male coworkers. Judy (Mamie Parris) is newly single, and thrust into the working world without skills because of her husband leaving her for a 19-year-old.
The three are unlikely friends, but have a common enemy in their boss, Franklin Hart, Jr. (Joseph Mahowald), a bumbling, leering man who treats his female employees either like dirt or like potential sexual conquests. He has a seemingly insurmountable power over them, but a series of events just might give the women a chance to change the power structure at Consolidated.
The first act of 9 to 5 is a laborious affair, mostly filled with a series of “I am” songs that establish superficial details about the characters without propelling the musical into any interesting territory. The numbers are certainly bombastic, with the decent-sized ensemble engaging in complicated choreography, but to what end? It’s like a massive engine revving while the vehicle remains in park.