Review of the Wednesday, April 8, 2026 matinee preview performance at the Majestic Theatre in New York City. Starring Jessica Vosk, Kelli Barrett, Samantha Schwartz, Joelle Gully, Sarah Bockel, Harper Burns, Ben Jacoby, Emma Ogea, Bailey Ryon, Brent Thiessen, Lael Van Keuren, and Zurin Villanueva. Book by Iris Rainer Dart and Thom Thomas. Music by Mike Stoller. Lyrics by Iris Rainer Dart. Based on the novel Beaches by Iris Rainer Dart. Scenic design by James Noone. Costume design by Tracy Christensen. Lighting design by Ken Billington. Projection design by David Bengali. Sound design by Kai Harada. Orchestrations by Charlie Rosen. Choreography by Jennifer Rias. Co-direction by Matt Cowart. Direction by Lonny Price. 2 hours 20 minutes including one intermission.
For me, Beaches has committed the worst sin in the musical theater. I didn't like it or hate it enough to care about it. It left me feeling nothing. And, frankly, that surprises me. Anyone who knows me knows I'm a crier. Happy events? Tears of joy. Overcoming a problem? Years of empathy and relief. And death of a sympathetic character? A dripping mess with an ugly cry face. For context, every time I hear the song "Wind Beneath My Wings" I get misty at the memory of the film. That's something when you consider that that movie came out in 1988!
Understand that everything and everyone involved in this new stage version is at least competent. But when you consider that this is a property with a wildly successful novel and two film versions, you'd think that all involved would bring their "A" game and really do something special with it, right? It is all the more stupefying when one considers that book writer/lyricist is Iris Rainer Dart, the same woman who wrote the novel. Instead, we get a script full of platitudes, sappy one-liners and a completely overused trope (more on that later). The music, largely pleasant, but completely forgettable is written by music legend Mike Stoller of "On Broadway" and Smokey Joe's Cafe fame. (Neither writer is associated with "Wing Beneath My Wings.") In short, the script and songs lack depth and even the tiniest bite to it. It isn't even good enough to be a Hallmark movie.
Obviously designed for its upcoming tour, the production looks cheap and way too little for the Majestic stage. The set (designed by James Noone) is mostly a series of panels that move on and off at quite a clip, not that you really need to look at it any more than necessary other than to register what at location we are.There is one baffling scenic element at the very last minute that would laughable if it wasn't so potentially dangerous to the conductor - I'm not spoiling that. David Bengali's uninspired projections are more reminiscent of Clip Art collages than anything Broadway caliber, which is a shame, as there was the potential for them to add something meaningful to this memory play musical. The costumes by Tracy Christensen are little more than functional, not revealing much beyond the esoteric traits of the characters. At one point, Little Cee Cee Bloom talks about making too much noise with her tap shoes. She isn't wearing taps. Why? The less said about the rest, the better. Kai Harada, as usual, has provided pristine sound design. It is no surprise that the one design element that is a step above the rest is the lighting, designed by ten-time Tony nominee (one time winner for Chicago) Ken Billington, whose color washes create more mood and feeling that rest of the production put together.
The small cast (a touring cost saving measure, I'm sure) features a few ensemblists in multiple roles, identifiable as different characters more by their by-the-numbers costumes than any remarkable acting. To be fair, the material they are given doesn't really allow for much remark-ability.
The two male characters, gamely played by Ben Jacoby and Brent Thiessen, do the best they can with the thinly written husbands of the two ladies central to the story. Both are saddled with dialogue that teeters dangerously on the brink of misandry, and are little more than stereotypes. Thiesson did get the biggest reaction from the mostly female audience when he goes shirtless.
Dart's book (of the show) relies on what has become a trope in modern musicals - the central characters played by three actors at different stages of life, often appearing at the same time to add some sort of insight and/or emotional heft. It was done best by Fun Home, and only occasionally successfully since. Here, the teen Cee Cee and Bertie are around just enough to be noticeable, but not enough to be remotely necessary. Neither actress, Bailey Ryon and Emma Ogea, respectively, are to blame as they can only do what the script requires. More necessary and much better written, Little Cee Cee (Samantha Schwartz) and Little Bertie (Joelle Cully at our performance) have great chemistry and do an excellent job at not overplaying or being cloying child actors - the one emotional button this show doesn't try to push.
Both Jessica Vosk (Cee Cee) and Kelli Barrett (Bertie) are doing the very best they can with what they have been given, not to mention overcoming the inevitable comparisons to Bette Midler and Barbara Hershey. Neither Vosk nor Barrett are as good as their iconic predecessors, but it's not their fault, given the version they are working with. In fact, both are too good for this show.
That it took two people to direct this is maybe the biggest shock of the whole enterprise. Lonny Price and Matt Cowart offer little in the way of creativity or even a hint of emotional heft. You can tell the moments that are meant to tug at our hearts from a mile off, and yet none of them really register. And the staging itself is little more the walking on and walking off with a lot of standing around in between. The choreography by Jennifer Rias, such as it is, is more of the same but with running and hand holding.
As for the big number everyone came to see, "Wind Beneath My Wings," it may be the biggest disappointment of the whole thing. Staged without any context (a drop suggests it is Cee Cee's TV show, but then the younger versions of Cee Cee start it and don't leave the stage, so who knows?) the song could have had much more impact. Why not have Cee Cee sing it to a dying Bertie, surrounded by all three ages of each character? That would have been at least interesting. As staged, it feels like it was tacked on to appease the fans of the film.
I expected to be bawling at the end. Not a single tear. And judging by the lack of sniffles around me, I have to guess that I'm not the only one that was disappointed.
📸: M. Franklin

























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