#On a clear day irish rep full

The pleasures of “On a Clear Day” are so intertwined with its absurdities that no theatrical version can separate them. vehicle in 2011 and the cute revisal that opened at the Irish Repertory Theater on Thursday, is: It can’t be fixed. My conclusion, based on the 1970 Barbra Streisand movie, the 2000 Encores concert starring Kristin Chenoweth, the complete rewriting of the show as a Harry Connick, Jr. It was he who, obsessed with the New Age fads flitting around the era, devised a story - about a love triangle among a psychiatrist, his patient and her former incarnation - that became, over the years, Broadway’s pity project: the Golden Age book most in need of rescuing. (In the musical, “Hurry, It’s Lovely Up Here” is sung to a flowerpot.)įor the strange ideas, Lerner has to take the blame. Songs like “ Hurry, It’s Lovely Up Here,” “ What Did I Have That I Don’t Have?” and “ Come Back to Me” are so catchy and well constructed that, stripped of context, you’d have no idea they were originally attached to such strange ideas.

#On a clear day irish rep full

Directed and newly adapted by Charlotte Moore, the production proceeds at a pace that is one gear less than energetic, but which allows for full appreciation of the show’s eccentricities. But few shows have as bewildering a topic as “On a Clear Day You Can See Forever,” the 1965 jaw-dropper about ESP, telekinesis and past-life regression that’s a weird mix of laughably earnest woo-woo and chipper Broadway savvy.įor the savvy, we have the score to thank: a treasure trunk of standards with music by Burton Lane and lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner. But, that year also offered up several quirky also-rans, including Do I Hear A Waltz, Roar of the Greasepaint, The Smell of the Crowd, and Lerner and Lane’s romantic comedy, On A Clear Day You Can See Forever, which is currently receiving an intimate revival at The Irish Repertory Theatre. ( Jesse Green’s article appeared in The New York Times, 6/28 via Pam Green.)īizarre subjects are no deal breaker for musicals think human meat pies and philosophical felines.