This delightful new musical by John Kander, Fred Ebb, and Rupert Holmes has audiences cheering even before the curtain comes down.
Kander immediately sets the tone for the proceedings with an overture that would have sounded contemporary during the heyday of Jule Styne and Burton Lane. Curtains begins in Boston on the brink of the 1960s, as a pre-Broadway cast performs a musical called Robbin' Hood. The star, a movie actress with no talent, dies during the curtain call, prompting no tears from the cast and crew. The producer (Debra Monk) hopes to re-cast her role with a star who can actually act, sing, and dance. Composer Aaron and lyricist Georgia (Jason Danieley and Karen Ziemba), an estranged couple, attempt to retool the songs, and Georgia gets roped into replacing the late star. The rest of the cast just wants to go home, but Boston police lieutenant Frank Cioffi (David Hyde Pierce) has quarantined the theater, keeping everyone trapped inside -- including the murderer. For the star's death was no accident.
Curtains is an inventive new work by masters of the craft -- the book is by Rupert Holmes and was started by the late, great Peter Stone -- but it contains many references to shows of the past. If you listen carefully, you'll hear vamps from other composers in Kander and Ebb's score: "Thataway!" has the Oktoberfest sound of "We'll Take A Glass Together" from Grand Hotel, and the chorus of "Show People" borrows from "Join The Circus" from Cy Coleman's Barnum. Meanwhile, the backstage setting will remind some of Kiss Me, Kate and the "Kansasland" number clearly has its origins in Annie Get Your Gun. Even what plot can be gathered of Robbin' Hood -- it concerns a mild-mannered sheriff and a saloon matron -- can be traced to the musical Destry Rides Again. But all these references hardly make Curtains a hack job. Instead, the show reminds us of what we're currently missing on the Great White Way.
Plenty of originality can be seen on stage, and so can plenty of extraordinary performances. The character of Frank, a detective more obsessed with fixing the show than finding his killer, is a hilarious conceit maximized by Pierce's dead-on humor. The spoof of torch songs performed by Monk spotlights her wit, Ziemba shines in several musical numbers, and Danieley delivers two songs that show off his beautiful voice. Jill Paice is darling as the ingénue who may just be a killer. And, in a star-making performance, Megan Sikora compels a standing ovation from the audience with her sexy, spirited dancing and Joan Blondell-type gumption.