Anything Goes (Take 2) – Porchlight Music Theatre – February 16, 2024

I raved about Anything Goes when I saw it on opening night. It was even better the second time around, so I felt the need to expand upon my earlier praise.

Emma Ogea graced us with her beautiful voice again, and this time she seemed even more comfortable in her role as Hope Harcourt, settling in while she continues to attend Columbia College!

I am continually amazed (I’m apparently a little slow) at the new talent coming out of our local schools and performing like veterans. Among the rest of the cast, Logan Becker also is a student at Columbia and Rachael Dec just graduated Northwestern last year. Gabriel Solis has three other plays under his belt and probably hasn’t even started high school yet.

Among the more veteran performers, Luke Nowakowski (as Billy Crocker) impressed me even more than I already was with his vocal range.

Ciara Hickey was a treat and I now realize I saw them perform at Chicago Shakespeare Theatre’s 2022 It Came from Outer Space, which I loved.

Steve McDonagh (Moonface Martin) gets to ham it up big time, and does so very successfully.

Jackson Evans (Lord Evelyn Oakleigh) still gets to display some wild dance moves, but they tightened his choreography up a little to allow him to shine even more.

And last, but never least, there isn’t much I can say about Meghan Murphy that I haven’t said many times before, but I would suggest that she has taken what was already a star performance and upped her game even more, if that’s even possible, with what seemed like an increasing array of facial reactions and physical gestures that could be their own highlight film.

Meghan has been nominated six times for a Jeff Award, but never won. I ‘m guessing that this will be the seventh time and the charm.

Anything Goes – Porchlight Music Theatre – January 18, 2024

In Porchlight’s aptly-named production of Cole Porter’s hit-filled Anything Goes, it does.

Meghan Murphy (aka Big Red) doesn’t just enter a stage, she commands it, as is only right in a broad comedy. And her fans in the audience, which now is all of them, hooted and hollered in acknowledgement every time.

Original book writers, Howard Lindsay and Russel Crouse (and subsequent revisers Timothy Crouse and John Weidman) and lyricist Porter throw everything and then some against the wall, and most of it sticks. Am I the only one who thinks the character name Elisha (Eli) J. Whitney somehow relates to his constant consumption of alcohol, which I assumed to be gin.

In a bizarre way, related to his manipulation of the English language, Yale graduate Porter reminds me of Harvard graduate Tom Lehrer (who, coincidentally, had a roommate named Crouse – no kidding, no relation). And then throw in the fact that I last saw Jackson Evans, who plays Lord Evelyn Oakleigh, when he portrayed Princeton in Avenue Q in 2014, and you’ve got more ivy than the outfield walls at Wrigley.

Speaking of Evans, his limb-splaying comedic dance moves reminded me of Squidward’s dancing in The SpongeBob Square Pants Musical, only Evans only needed two legs, not ten.

And speaking of dancing, watching tap dancers strut their stuff on a big Broadway stage is one thing, but watching the same number of them fly across the compact Ruth Page space in a synchronized frenzy of fun is a whole different level of entertainment.

And then there are the beautiful singing voices of Luke Nowakowski (Billy Crocker) and Emma Ogea (Hope Harcourt), who, ridiculously, is still in college.

But back to Murphy, who held her pose and smile for so long every time the crowd gave her an extended ovation at the end of her songs that I thought her face would freeze in that position like that of Mr Sardonicus in the 1961 William Castle film.

If all that isn’t enough for you to run out and buy a ticket, one last thought, the band alone, nailing the memorable Porter tunes, is worth the price of admission.

Anything Goes – Music Theater Works (Cahn Auditorium) – August 18, 2018

Several people who knew I was going to see Anything Goes remarked to me that it had gotten good reviews. I guess they were just trying to make conversation, given that it hadn’t opened yet. Perhaps they were recalling the reviews for the original 1934 Broadway production starring Ethel Merman, or subsequent ones featuring Patti LuPone and Sutton Foster. In any event, though it required great will power, I restrained myself from correcting them, until now.

Usually I do wait for reviews, and don’t like to go to opening nights, having participated in enough of them to know that often something goes wrong. But this was a short run and I had confidence both in the company and in Cole Porter, a real up-and-comer.

But, sure enough, there was a miscue by the star of the show, Erica Evans, as she started her first song. I’m not sure whether she started singing too early, or had word problems, but after one line, she very calmly and professionally, almost as if it were part of the song, said let’s try that again, a cue that the orchestra, through the conductor, flawlessly picked up on as it vamped to allow her to restart. She then proceeded to knock our socks off for the rest of the show.

Also, a quick mention of the percussionist who, in addition to a slew of the usual instruments, threw in a whistle, a bird call, and several other interesting things I couldn’t keep track of.

But, of course, my favorite part was the tap dance to the title song that closes the first act. What is it about someone, who has just finished being part of a 20-person, high-energy tap dance, calling out five, six, seven, eight, to launch the group into a dance reprise as the curtain lowers that is particularly delightful, or should I say delovely?