Dan and I saw the new musical
Kinky Boots last night in its pre-Broadway engagement at Chicago’s Bank of America Theatre. Based on the 2005 film of the same name from a screenplay by Geoff Deane and Tim Firth, the musical is the creation of book writer Harvey Fierstein, director-choreographer Jerry Mitchell and composer-lyricist Cyndi Lauper. I would not call it a great musical, but it is highly entertaining and could become a substantial hit when it opens on Broadway in April 2013, provided the creators are still willing to make some minor revisions.
I have spent 16 years as a film critic, but I always resisted writing reviews of stage productions. As a former musical comedy actor myself, I just couldn’t bear to be negative, if necessary, about all the hard work that actors, creative types and crew put into a stage show. So this is not a review of the
Kinky Boots musical, but just my emotional reactions to the material and my logical considerations as a writer who loves to ponder narrative structure.
As recounted in my 2005 review of the film (posted yesterday on the blog), the show follows Charlie (played by Stark Sands) as he attempts to keep open the shoe factory run by his late father. When he meets nightclub drag queen Lola, born Simon (Billy Porter), who has broken yet another stiletto heel, Charlie gets the idea to revamp the factory’s product line and rebrand the company. Fierstein’s book follows the film almost exactly, but with new dialogue and expanded themes of family, love, following one’s heart, finding a calling, and acceptance. There is a prologue showing both Charlie and Simon as kids of roughly the same age, dealing with issues with their respective families, a plot device which comes into play during a song toward the end of the first act.
While Sands is a pleasing presence, capable actor and good singer, the show’s heart and soul is the vivacious spirit of Lola and Porter’s exuberant portrayal of her. Unfortunately, the prologue, plot exposition and prerequisite opening number delay Lola’s entrance for a full 15 minutes. I don’t have a problem with children on stage when the show makes good use of them (
Annie, The Sound of Music, etc.), but they feel like a fairly unnecessary device to tug at our heartstrings by the finale. My first suggestion is to cut the two kids entirely. Fierstein uses them to highlight the vast differences and yet similarities between Charlie and Simon, but a wonderfully revealing duet between them as adults, “I’m Not My Father’s Son,” does everything the prologue set out to do and with far greater emotional impact. Kill the kids, please.
The show’s opening number, “The Most Beautiful Thing,” sets up the world of the shoe factory and the family connection between Charlie, his father and the long-time factory workers. By delaying Lola’s entrance to a chronological necessity when the plot finally gets around to incorporating her into the story, the writers don’t state their plot premise for the slow-moving first 15 minutes. What I wanted was a juxtaposition of the factory workers’ anthem “The Most Beautiful Thing” with an ironic statement of “sensible shoes” from the stylish Lola and her cadre of performing “Angels.” Then Fierstein can have Charlie and Lola actually meet at the same point they currently do. But for heaven's sake, get Porter's Lola on stage quicker.

Just as the kids feel unnecessary, the two central female roles feel like an afterthought. Charlie’s girlfriend, Nicola (Celina Carvajal), thinks she knows better what Charlie wants, fulfillling the requisite bitch role. The program listed a second act song for her “So Long, Charlie,” which has wisely been cut since she’s only a peripheral character at best – a catalyst, yes, but not much in the storyline. However, it’s a shame that factory worker Lauren (Annaleigh Ashford) doesn’t have much more to do. Lauper’s lyrics to Lauren’s first act song “The History of Wrong Guys” are funny and Ashford’s singing is terrific, but she sits on the sidelines for most of the show. Maybe Fierstein and Lauper could figure out a way to make her more of an inspiring presence for Charlie and possible conspirator with Lola. Perhaps they could revamp Nicola’s exit song “So Long, Charlie” as a duet with Lauren, who could then say “Hello, Charlie” as she realizes her crush could actually amount to something.
Finally, Spark’s Act Two solo “The Soul of A Man” may be a good character piece, but I could hardly tell because I couldn’t understand a single word of the lyrics. Get rid of the awful and loud rock orchestrations and overly hot sound mixing. When are Broadway sound engineers going to learn that we didn’t pay to see a rock concert, we came to see a show? I realize that these are just MY good ideas. The show is fine as it is, but I feel it could be so much better with some additional retooling. I’m always in favor of tightening the focus of any show, with fewer characters given more opportunities to sing. I love Sparks, Porter and Ashford; Lauper's songs are fantastic; Mitchell's staging is quite good, and the comedy is not too forced. I like
Kinky Boots a lot; I want to love it more.