Come Fly Away Soars Surprisingly
I went into Come Fly Away blind. I had no idea what the show was about, though I thought it sounded like a vaguely religious theme. Boy, was I happy to be wrong.
The show isn't a true musical in that the actors don't sing songs related to a plot. Come Fly Away is a dance review, choreographed by Twyla Tharp, and set to the music of Frank Sinatra. In this regard, it is not a bio-musical a la Jersey Boys because while the interpretive dance tells a story, it does not tell Frank Sinatra's story.
The show runs just over 80 minutes without an intermission. This made me wonder if Playhouse Square hates one act shows because they clearly miss concessions sales. For Missie and I, it was a whirlwind of music and dance, followed by a quick return to Bricco for more cocktails.
For the first few minutes, both of us looked to see who in the onstage orchestra was singing. Whoever they were, they did a passable imitation of Frank Sinatra. When I consulted the Playbill, I found that the vocal performance consists of recordings of The Man himself. Passable, indeed.
As you would expect, the cast of professional dancers was ridiculously attractive. "Huh," I whispered to Missie, "so that's what zero percent body fat looks like." At various parts of the show, bits of clothing were removed, re-engaging my full attention.
All-in-all, Come Fly Away was a pleasant diversion and a worthy part of the Broadway lineup. Was it my favorite show? No. Was it my least favorite? No. It was an enjoyable hour plus. And really, how many of those hours do we get on a routine basis?