I won’t start the review tritely with “Oh, what a night,” not because I didn’t like the show (I did), and certainly not out of any literary integrity, but rather because I went to a matinee.

I hadn’t seen the show in over 16 years, but surprisingly, since I have no idea what I had for breakfast, I remembered it very well, which is actually the bad news, as the backstory of The Four Seasons, as told in the show, held no surprises for me, as it had the first time.

That missing intrigue didn’t stop me from enjoying the strong singing, dancing and acting performances or the classic music and choreography, or from appreciating seeing the play in a more intimate theater than before, but it did keep me from being as over-the-top excited as those in the audience, perhaps seeing it for the first time, seemed to be, appropriately so.

Afterward I was interested in any updates on the lives of the “boys.” Most significantly, Frankie Valli, at age 90, is still performing out on the road, but I would bet someone else’s good money that he can’t hit the high notes anymore.

And, according to news reports, Valli got a restraining order against one of his sons about a month ago. Perhaps a sequel is in order.