From The Music Man, at the Winter Garden.
Photo: Joan Marcus
The Music Man wants you to know that the old ways are best. For the production now on Broadway, every detail has been retrogressed to the days of yore, from the typeface on the Playbills to the red-white-and-blue title cards outside to the heavy reliance on Star Quality. This ain’t one-a-them newfangled, updated, anti-nostalgia versions of a classic. Instead, you can set yourself down at the Winter Garden where it is 1957’s version of 1912 again. You won’t need to trouble yourself with anything beyond the sweetness of Meredith Willson’s con-man-redemption musical, itself a tribute to both Willson’s own Iowa upbringing and his flute-playing years with…
