note: entire contents copyright 2003 by Beverly Creasey
Reviewed by Beverly Creasey
This little pig went to market. This little pig stayed home. The next little pig was smart. He skipped the roast beef and went to the Lyric Stage for a naughty little musical revue. WHEN PIGS FLY is a satirical celebration of the right to “dress for excess”…to strut your stuff…and be accepted for who you are.
The Lyric’s revival of the late Howard Crabtree’s WHEN PIGS FLY has little trouble getting off the ground, primarily because of the sensational cast. Some of the songs are a bit much but the four dynamos (under the direction of Ilyse Robbins and Steve Bergman) make enough silk purses to make you forgive the one or two sow’s ears. They light up the stage and then they light up their feet!
Dan Bolton (who should be marketing his anti-aging secret) gleams as the cheery ringleader of the show, undaunted as he tries to herd bumblebees into formation (or is that queen bees?). Bolton’s loveable nemesis is Neil A. Casey, resplendent in blonde wig, great gams and high heels.
Peter A. Carey carries the torch song trilogy (Take that, you right wing wackos!) with fabulous élan. Britton White gets all the hunky numbers but my personal fave is the “Shaft of Love” sixties send-up with a hilarious Brian Robinson out-tutti-frutti-ing Little Richard! Silly stuff to be sure but more than welcome in a world which seems more dangerous than ever. As they say in PIGS, “Let a smile be your bazooka.”