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To me, musical revues always seem to belong more on a Las Vegas stage or on a cruise ship than in a legitimate venue for musical comedy and drama. However, over the years, several major hits have bucked that concept and won Tony Awards for theatrical excellence when they actually were simple revues, Will Rogers Follies being the most recent example. While I still naturally crave a dramatic presentation with an actual plot, I am happy that the "shows" (I can term them nothing else) I recently saw boasted tremendous talent and genuine excitement.
Before attending, I did not think much of the idea behind La cage aux folles Variety Revue. Drag queens dressed up as Madonna, Streisand, Midler, and other females who already look like drag queens, lip-synching to the divas' hit songs. Sounded more like something I would have attended twenty years ago, very late at night with a few friends when we all had had too much to drink.
But thanks to the talent on view at this revue, I was continuously amused and surprised. Although the concept of the show is very much as I just described it, the whole effort works much better on stage than when described on the page. The dancing is exquisite (some of the best I've seen anywhere since I left New York), the costumes divine (and truly expensive), and the impersonators themselves display so much skilled movement and often come so frighteningly close to the original, you almost gasp.
However, a few members of the cast look like grotesque caricatures and don't lip-synch very well: Anthony Edwards (playing Barbra Streisand and Bette Midler) and Joe Perotta as Liza Minnelli are sometimes embarrassing to watch. Their huge bodies, broad shoulders, and painfully exaggerated movements are more amateurish than amusing. Perotta as Cher, on the other hand, is pretty good, but that might be due to the fact that Cher is huge, broad-shouldered, and exaggerated. At the very least it's amazing that Perotta's body looks as good as it does in Cher's famous almost-nude leather getup. David Allen as Marilyn Monroe and Lauren Bacall isn't annoying or convincing; rather, he's bereft of charisma, so neither character comes through.
Then there are the rewarding performances, and they are special enough to warrant the price of a seat. Timothy Murphy plays a lethal Joan Rivers (who emcees the revue); he may be even funnier and nastier than the lady herself. He works the crowd like a well-seasoned professional, and his impersonations are as witty and acute as his jokes.
J. Folia is Madonna -- you truly wonder if the real thing hasn't dropped by to visit when he first appears. He's so similar to Ms. Ciccone and actually lovelier (even more petite) that I'm sure a lot of guys could be fooled. Besides his looks, Folia is an excellent mimic and dancer, as is the remarkable Joby Rogers as Michael Jackson. Rogers could give depositions in court for Jackson, and no one would ever know the difference, except for the fact that Rogers's face looks smoother and more human. His dancing skills would definitely give the gloved one some room for pause.
As created by Lou Paciocco, the spectacle -- complete with lovely and gifted real female dancers -- moves quickly and seamlessly. You have to be in the mood for this ultimate offering in camp entertainment, but if you are, I wouldn't miss it.