Anyone who loved Larry Shue’s “The Foreigner,” a few seasons back, should probably dash off to see “Birds of Paradise,” which opened last week at the Promenade Theater to some very cross reviews. A warm, sweet, funny musical about an amateur theater group rehearsing a version of Chekhov’s “The Seagull,” “Birds of Paradise” has a book and songs by Winnie Holzman and David Evans (she’s words, he’s music), and an eight-member cast of superlative charm directed by Arthur Laurents, and it is the wittiest little musical I have seen in ages.
“Birds of Paradise” is a lot like “The Foreigner”—which also Continue reading