Summer of '42

The film, released 30 years ago, was imbued by director Robert Mulligan with the dreamy charm he'd mastered in movies about young people trying to find their footing in a puzzling world. Summer of '42 was hardly a landmark celluloid event, but it nevertheless caught moviegoers' interest and, for a couple of months, even made a star of the model Jennifer O'Neill. She was Dorothy, the pretty, young wife whose husband goes off to battle never to return, thereby priming her -- when the moment presents itself -- to seek solace with a callow, vacationing lad.

Whatever merits the movie could boast are almost entirely missing from the version that Hunter Foster (book) and David Kirshenbaum (music and lyrics) have come up with. Perhaps Mulligan's treatment could claim no more substance than this one, but the tale of a boy's gaining maturity through a brief encounter with a grieving widow is unquestionably pallid this time through. Hermie (Ryan Driscoll) and chums Oscy (Brett Tabisel) and Benjie (Jason Marcus), though meant to be typical of kids whose hormones are throwing a coming-out party, are just tiresome, geeky fugitives from any number of Happy Days-like sitcoms. Their nicknames alone are enough to trigger cluster headaches. And Dorothy (Kate Jennings Grant) is a smiling but remote figure about whom nothing very deep is revealed. Who is Dorothy, what is she, that all our clumsy swains commend her? She's a nice girl who seems to have no family or friends; nor, for unexplained reasons, does she seem to want any. Dorothy prefers to stare longingly at the ocean, somewhere on the other side of which her husband is carrying a rifle.

To pass time while the audience is waiting for the inevitable seduction to take place, Foster and Kirshenbaum have beefed up the youngsters' roles by handing them songs about growing pains. A number in which a young man buys condoms for the first time is an inspired idea but, as executed here, it gets bogged down in Hermie's blathering evasively about ordering an ice cream cone with sprinkles. Nor can much be said about the ditty in which the three wide-eyed boys study a sex manual. This one does, however, include possibly the only (and definitely the coyest) reference to cunnilingus ever put into a musical comedy score.

To his credit, Kirshenbaum has a way with a melody; but, when it comes to lyrics, he exhibits little facility for felicity. There are a couple of pleasing-as-they-pass love songs, among them duet for Dorothy and Hermie called "Someone to Dance With Me" that doesn't, however, make a great deal of sense in the situation. From time to time, Foster and Kirshenbaum bring out a girl trio (Celia Keenan Bolger, Erin Webley and Megan Valerie Walker). Mostly they play the puppy-love interests of the three boys but they also function as Andrews Sisters substitutes in a few '40s-style songs. These numbers fall so far short of the gaiety and bounce of the songs of that period that they're practically self-mocking.

The physical production of Summer of '42, designed by James Youmans as if from a Jamie Wyeth landscape, doesn't promote much summer cheer; it looks as if it had its colors bleached out by the sun. But with its rolling beach and high grass and slat fences, there is a certain atmosphere. Pamela Scofield's costumes look right for the period, though it wasn't terribly bright to have Dorothy repeatedly cross the sand in high heels. (Heels sink into sand, kids.) Tim Hunter's lighting is okay and sound designer Jim van Bergen previews each of the two acts with the soothing sound of waves washing up on the shore. It's a kind of natural beauty that the rest of the show lacks.

Ryan Driscoll sure is earnest as Hermie, and Kate Jennings Grant gives Dorothy the right amount of sweet distance that the part insufficiently calls for. Brett Tabisel as a character a few years older than the one he played in Big and Jason Marcus as a bird-watching nerd overdo the teenage wackiness. As the potential girlfriends, Celia Keenan Bolger, Megan Valerie Walker, and the buxom Erin Webley rise to the occasion, but as the Andrews Sisters sound-alikes they seem only to have a vague idea of what style they're meant to be parodying. Greg Stone, as Dorothy's soldier boy, acquits himself well in a brief scene. Bill Kux plays the drugstore owner with a down-east accent and a Dagwood Bumstead hairdo; he also turns up every so often as the rat-a-tatting columnist Walter Winchell to read news copy intended to remind the audience that there was a war going on at the time.