Urinetown (Encores!) (2025)

Urinetown is quite the strange musical, but in its own way it's very funny and incisive. The show opens and closes with a narrator breaking the fourth wall, joking about musical tropes and hitting us over the head with the moral of the story in case you missed it. It is kind of a downer and so they use that sarcastic humor to lighten things up a bit. The show is perhaps even more relevant now than it was when it premiered a quarter century ago. It decries corporate greed and the degradation of our planet. The plot doesn't really make a whole lot of sense--the narrator addresses that too--but if you don't think about it too hard and just focus on the immediate concerns at hand, it does tidily deliver the metaphor. The music isn't especially memorable. Jordan Fisher is alright. He has a cool gospel number that he knocks out of the park. Tiffany Mann is an understudy for some reason, but she filled in for the role of Miss Pennywise and killed it. Rainn Wilson from The Office sings, who knew, and he plays a diabolical villain.

Jelly's Last Jam (Encores!) (2024)

I was blown away by Jelly's Last Jam. The plot is a little muddy but every single song is a showstopper. The music is infectious, the dancing is energetic and the cast is on fire. The first half is a little more exciting than the second half. The tap dance numbers are mesmerizing, the large ensemble really carrying their weight. The supporting cast each get their moment in the spotlight, and they make the most of it, commanding the stage with authority. Tiffany Mann and Okieriete Onaodowan steal their scenes. Leslie Uggams and Joaquina Kalukango too are incredible. Billy Porter's grim reaper-esque character suits him. And Nicholas Christopher as the leading man is fabulous. The Hunnies look amazing considering the three of them are returning to the role some 32-years later. It's a huge production for a two-week run (we caught the last show). Though the set is sparse, it's very handsome with the band onstage. The music is Jelly Roll Morton's himself. I loved the big band orchestrations. 

 There is a complex story about race. Jelly Roll Morton was a light-skinned Creole man who struggled to fit-in with both white and black people. He alienated his friends for it and was left lonely. His superiority complex and insistence that he invented jazz not only damaged his reputation (which needed no burnishing as his accomplishments were nevertheless vast), but also was an insult to the other black forefathers of jazz. There is a paradox that he didn't see himself as black but thought himself the inventor of a quintessentially black genre. And it is this that haunts him in purgatory in the final moments of his life that make up the show.

There was way more use of the N-word than I was expecting and I suspect that is partly why the show is not oft revived. But surely this production must be Broadway bound. They've spent lavishly on it and it deserves a Broadway run.