2-D homage to the '50s, with great dancing

"Grease" stars Matthew Ragas as greaser king Danny Zuko and Laura Giknis as virgin princess Sandy Dombrowski.
"Grease" stars Matthew Ragas as greaser king Danny Zuko and Laura Giknis as virgin princess Sandy Dombrowski. (MARK GARVIN)
Posted: May 24, 2013

Let's pretend for a moment that Grease, receiving a main-stage airing-out at Walnut Street Theatre, isn't about slut-shaming and prude-shaming or the days when bullies were the cool kids. We can celebrate an era when we had the freedom to mock "Polacks," "Japs," and "pansies" at will, but didn't have to acknowledge African Americans because they were still invisible. We might even be OK with all that if director Bruce Lumpkin allowed this 1971 musical to take its original form: a hand jive at America's best-beloved 1950s myths presented by a bunch of working-class teenage scrappers all grappling for the bottom rungs of the same (gender-specific) ladders.

Instead, we're presented with Cliff Simon's set, featuring enormous flats painted with Liz Taylor's face - all half-opened eyes, hair, and parted lips - looming large on the left, James Dean's famously pouting visage on the right, "Rydell" - the kids' high school - on scaffolding between them like a local version of the Hollywood sign. The Walnut's production is an homage, a blend of songs from Grease's Broadway debut and the 1978 film, featuring John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John (to which, for the record, I'm still hopelessly devoted), and as such, rings untrue nearly throughout, albeit with some great dance numbers.

Matthew Ragas' greaser king Danny Zuko is as two-dimensional as those flats. Laura Giknis' virgin princess Sandy Dombrowski, despite rafter-ringing vocal skills, flatlines until her jarring transformation into whatever it is a depressed innocent who gets a hair-teased, black-leather-panted makeover suddenly becomes.

Far more interesting (and frustrating, for their glimmers of what might have been) are the relationships between the Pink Ladies and their T-Birds. As the best of this second-tier high school royalty, Kate Fahrner's Betty Rizzo, Michael Warrell's Kenickie, Lilly Tobin's Frenchy, Tara Tagliaferro's Jan, and Rachel Camp's Marty all try harder, at loving, at fighting, at delinquency. Their pains and pleasures have degrees, and their small successes, particularly Rizzo's dignity-saving "There Are Worse Things I Could Do," even without the benefit of Sandy's character development, matter.

Of course, all those dance numbers, and Michelle Gaudette's choreography, electrify, whether the T-Birds are doing push-ups to "Greased Lightning" or swinging their partners at the hop. It's so much fun that if you're inclined, you can keep pretending the Walnut's whitewash nailed the spirit of the thing. But there's no denying it missed the soul.


Grease

Through July 14 at Walnut Street Theatre, 825 Walnut St.

Tickets: $10-$95. 1-800-982-2787

or www.WalnutStreetTheatre.org.

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