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Peter and the Starcatcher


Time Out says

[Note: This review was written for the 2012 Broadway production. The show has since moved to New World Stages, with a different cast.]

Discounted tickets are available through Time Out Offers until January 4, 2014.

The pop-culture icon who inspired this whimsical prequel—adapted from the 2004 young-adult novel—famously crowed that he would never grow up. Not so for Rick Elice’s story-theater adaptation, in which a dozen zanies act out an epic, larky picaresque that crams in pirates, aristocrats, orphans, mermaids and a giant crocodile. Peter and the Starcatcher has indeed grown up: It’s on Broadway with a steeper ticket price than during its intimate maiden voyage at New York Theatre Workshop last year. And while the production is bigger and shinier, beneath the dazzling, tricked-out proscenium beats the exhilarated heart of a kid who wants to fly.

And you can be sure: Peter soars—deliriously high and gloriously far. Despite a confusingly hectic prologue and some overindulgence in tween-oriented twee and campy excess for parents, the show is an astonishing inventory of stage trickery and verbal pyrotechnics. Joint directors Roger Rees and Alex Timbers (the latter lately of Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson) use simple props to summon up a wonderland of images: Ropes are stretched and configured to make a ship’s cramped below-deck or a passageway; green umbrellas conjure a tropical-island forest; and don’t get me started on the household items dragooned for mermaidenly bosoms in the utterly barmy second-act opening number. The actors likewise turn themselves into protean objects of fun: careering from Elice’s fulsome narration to scenes, metatheatrical commenting on said scenes, then back into the storm of prop jokes and punning. Among the best at this are Teddy Bergman as a native-islander chief, Arnie Burton as a clucking nurse and Christian Borle, who nearly steals the show as proto–Captain Hook pirate Black Stache. Swishing about and sputtering malapropisms between bursts of self-delighted villainy, Borle must be seen just for his extended reaction take upon losing a particular appendage.

In the more recessive, sensitive role of Boy, the lonely urchin who will be christened Peter and learn to fly, Adam Chanler-Berat sweetly undermines the blond, perky Peter Pan stereotype. And Celia Keenan-Bolger adds spunk and pluck as his defender, Molly. For a show that so deftly juggles scale, you have to admit: Peter has found its perfect size.—David Cote

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