
The Lost Boys
Tonight my wife and I saw "The Lost Boys" on Broadway at the Palace Theatre. It’s based on the 1987 film directed by Joel Schumacher—never one of my favorite directors. I’ve always said that if you’re going to turn a movie into a musical, pick a bad one. Most would agree "The Lost Boys" is a safe distance from masterpiece territory.
This production has many of the usual big-musical problems: it’s too long, packed with weak songs, and suffers from bloated staging. At two hours and forty minutes, it could easily lose the intermission and trim about 25% from the songs to land closer to a tighter, two-hour show. The score is mostly bland and repetitive—though I’ll give it this: it has one and a half good songs, which is more than some musicals manage. Shoshana Bean delivers a genuine showstopper with “Wild” and is consistently strong throughout. What a set of pipes.
What you really come for, though, is the spectacle—and here the show delivers. The wire work is jaw-dropping, with up to five actors flying across the stage at once. The rigging was so well hidden I couldn’t spot it, although we were in the back of the theater (and I was looking).
I rarely recommend shows for kids—take a 12-year-old to "Death of a Salesman" and , as great as that show is, you’re in for a long night—but "The Lost Boys" is an exception. There’s enough substance to keep adults engaged, and enough razzle-dazzle to keep kids entertained, even if they squirm through the songs.
I know I did.