DR slingshot, I detest the Roundabout's two productions of She Loves Me, but what can you expect from a director with no sense of periood, style, time, or place? He seems tro think it's a TV sitcom, not a 1930s operetta, almost a Noël Coward piece, with class distinctions. Laura Benanti is so wonderful in nearly everything, but she has a hard time with that high B in "Ice Cream." It's like listening to a second-rate soprano sing "Glitter and Be Gay": will she hit the E-flat?
The laste great Barbara Cook turns that high B on the OBC into a real moment, while Benanti seems happy to hit it and get off.
During the 1980s, with Grind, Roza, and several other failures, I started wondering if Prince was ever really a good director, but after seeing revivals of Company, Follies, Sweeney Todd, A Little Night Music, and She Loves Me, which weren't so good, I realize he knew a helluva lot more than the lesser directors after him. A friend who saw the London production of A Little Night Music with Judy Dench said to me, "The director put all this cut music back, and it makes you realize what a genius Hal Prince was."