‘Forever Plaid’ at Drury Lane Theatre remains a marvelous retro hit parade
The popular musical — now on stage in the Oakbrook Terrace theater’s first production in a year and a half — is ear candy peppered with upbeat comedy.
“Forever Plaid’s” final soliloquy about the joy of live music hits us a little bit differently in this, Our Second Year of the Pandemic, than it did when the show first opened here 30 years ago.
In its first production in over a year and a half, Drury Lane Theatre chose the 1989 hit about a boy band taken out in a 1964 bus crash and reunited on present-day Earth for a posthumous chance to do one last concert.
When: Through Nov. 7
Where: Drury Lane Theatre, 100 Drury Lane, Oakbrook Terrace
Tickets: $59-$72, $55 senior rates available
Run time: 95 minutes, no intermission
More info: DruryLaneTheatre.com
“Forever Plaid” is all ear candy peppered with upbeat comedy and poignant glimpses into the Plaids’ thwarted teenage dreams.
But three of the four Plaids are despondent when their big finale — “Love is a Many Splendored Thing” — brings them to their final curtain. The astral disruptions that brought the group back to Earth are waning. This will be their last chance to perform.
“We don’t know what’s going to happen,” says Francis (Michael Ferraro), trying to rally bandmates Sparky (Bryan Eng), Smudge (A.D. Weaver) and Jinx (Yando Lopez). “We can’t be sure of anything except how we feel, that nothing on this or any other planet compares to the feeling of being inside a good, tight chord.”
Those chords — intricate harmonies that range from the Gregorian chant-ish opener to the manic DIY recreation of an entire “Ed Sullivan Show” episode — sound fabulous in director/choreographer Paul Stancato’s revival of creator Stuart Ross’ crowd-pleasing musical revue.
At the onset, the Plaids marvel that they have bodies again! And voices! And their beloved Perry Como-inspired cardigans!
And ... hand sanitizer? They shrug, puzzled, as they discover small bottles in their pockets but gamely rub it into their hands. They’re more flustered when the audience interactive portion of the show is nixed, red flashing lights and a loud, stern voiceover intoning “Danger! Do not cross!” when the Plaids move too far toward the stage’s edges in their search for volunteers.
As to the theater’s COVID-19 protocols, social distancing was nonexistent, but ushers were quick to enforce the mask-over-your-mouth-and-nose-at-all-times, discreetly and effectively in the lobby and inside the theater.
The theater is allowed to sell to capacity, though the nearly 1,000-seat venue was roughly two-thirds full and markedly subdued compared to the raucous enthusiasm of pre-COVID opening-night crowds.
The cast’s charm and Stancato’s direction make it easy to be transported to the world of the Plaids.
Eng’s star wattage is undeniable. And his mercurial, luxurious croon on “Wish a Falling Star” would elicit respect from Como himself.
Weaver’s remarkable, percussive bass on “Sixteen Tons” goes deeper than a mine without losing its authoritative resonance.
When Lopez unleashes “Cry,” it’s with a high-tenor belt that could fill an arena and pierce the clouds. He ends on a note that’s pure money — on one knee, fist in the air — as he unleashes the last “cry,” a single syllable sent soaring by anguish and defiance.
“Forever Plaid” plays better in more intimate venues. On a stage like Drury Lane’s, there’s always the possibility of the four Plaids being swallowed up by the cavernous space. But, with an abstract set dominated by swirls of overarching plaid, set designer Kristen Martino does an excellent job making the stage accommodate the Plaids rather than the other way around.
With conductor/keyboardist Valerie Maze on piano and a three-piece mini-band in the pit, “Forever Plaid” offers a retro world of musical riches.
Not to worry if you don’t know who Perry Como or Ed Sullivan were. The Plaids will fill you in, with charm and music that still sounds marvelous.