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So wonderfully put together, it is hard to pinpoint exactly where the directing, choreography and technical elements start and stop. Christopher Ashley's gift for making every second count, but never at the expense of emotion, is on full display here. Save for a rare transition where the cast breaks the fourth wall to give us transplant statistics, even the most medical of moments is electrically charged with purpose and drive. Mandy Moore's dance moves are spot on when the music throbs during a pair of club scenes, as one might expect, but there aren't really any dance numbers (thank goodness) to take us out of the tension. Yet, her fingerprints are all over this piece, as computer consoles, gurneys, and various pieces of medical equipment become dance partners for the doctors, nurses and support staff and move as one to get the job done. The transplant process requires a relentless, no-time-to-think precision, and so Ashley and Moore have staged every second of this with that in mind.
Finally, there is Heidi Blickenstaff who plays two central (and opposing) roles. First, as the no-nonsense (one might say cold) ER doctor, she is maddeningly focused and has little time for anything remotely touchy-feely. Of course, it becomes obvious that this is her protective gear - one gets the sense that earlier in her career she let the tragedies affect her... a lot. Second, she is Claire, the recipient, who when we meet her is celebrating her 50th birthday by deciding she's had enough and wants off the transplant list, much to the horror of her friends and family. All of this comes out in a disturbing and powerful number, "No One Gets Out Alive." Then she gets the call, and the race begins. Ms. Blickenstaff is really perfect in both roles and her bold singing style fits both characters like a glove.

























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