Come Fly Away

Twyla Tharp’s Frank Sinatra–scored dance spectacular is not just the best date show on Broadway; it’s a bit like being on a great date yourself. First you’re in a retro nightclub, soaking in a bubbly bath of dance, romance and classic Sinatra tunes; then…bang! Things get wild. If this past summer’s Burn the Floor was the Terpsichorean equivalent of pornography—all flash and thrust and money moves—Come Fly Away gets at its erotics more genuinely, charged by Tharp’s electrified ballet. Even in the show’s lesser moments, you are keenly aware of the choreographer’s artistry: She does it her way. And if you yield to it, the show may well leave you dancing on air.—Adam Feldman