An odd quirk about the Playbill program that is notable–there is no listing of the songs’ titles and no mention of why. I suspect Lloyd Webber felt that his melodies were constant; they were almost always there floating behind the dialog and soaring above it and commenting on it. It gave another dimension to this extraordinary achievement. And there was so much on the stage here at the St.James that I felt for the first time (in far too long) a desire to see it all over again– perhaps next time with standby Caroline Bowman as Norma Desmond, only because I don’t see how she could pull it off. You don’t want to miss this one. It took me back to the glorious days when Broadway was the magical word that encouraged writers and performers to rise from small beginnings to the highest of heights.It was indeed a Golden Age. And if we get lucky, some of you will live to see the early light of another.
