Catch Me If You Can

For a show in love with the art of the con, this middling adaptation of the 2002 Spielberg flick never quite fools us. The dances by Jerry Mitchell are aerobic enough, and director Jack O’Brien gives the zippy 1960s milieu his usual high-gloss sheen. But Terrence McNally’s lazy book and Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman’s flyweight, period-pastiche score is heavier on kitsch than wit. A charming performance by Aaron Tveit and a ruthlessly gutsy one by Norbert Leo Butz can't elevate the flimsy flimflam. —David Cote