I just saw the musical Xanadu. And it is fun.

Adorable nephew and I went to see the show and scored onstage tickets, after being instructed in the Xanadu dance and the precise timing of breaking open a glow stick. Random thoughts:

1. Everything is funnier in an Australian accent.
2. Jackie Hoffman is a demi-goddess.
3. Tony Roberts is in really, really, good shape. Perhaps all those Woody Allen movies were also some kind of Dorian Gray deal?
4. I miss Gene Kelly, and so does this musical, and performer Curtis Holbrook, who first appears onstage as a glittery muse, more campy Pan than deity, proceeds to swipe the show with a costume change into spectators and a vintage suit, and an acrobatic Kelley-esque tribute tapdance on a desk.
5. Douglas Carter Beane actually manages to make this show about something, and that’s not even counting the connection he draws between Greek mythology and leg warmers.
6. I think little kids will love it—it’s 90 intermissionless minutes, and there are roller skates—and the score really stands up. And not once does it suggest, as “Spring Awakening” does in nearly every song, that Adults Suck.