A Chorus Lineski

Here's one very singular sensation: Metro, the first Polish musical to open on Broadway. Loaded with glitz, acrobatics, laser beams and an energetic cast of 41 mainly Polish kids belting their hearts out in recently acquired English, this bizarre emanation from the new world order has been a smash in Warsaw since it opened last year. Context, as they say, is everything. In Poland, it must have seemed a blast of brash, irreverent air. Here, in the heart of Times Square, you feel you've wandered into a time warp. With a frizzy-maned poet-idealist hero out of "Hair"; a plot cobbled together from "A Chorus Line," "Fame" and Andy Hardy; a wildly eclectic Europop score by Janusz Stoklosa (ranging from "We Are the World"-ish anthems to a startling taste of Polish rap), and light shows worthy of Caesars Palace, " Metro" seems intent on proving that kitsch knows no boundaries.

The story is simple, but the message is anything but clear: a group of young performers, rejected by the state theater, band together in the subway to put on a show condemning the evil of money - and then happily sell out. "Metro" condemns the new capitalist spirit that the production celebrates with Trumpian gusto, and offers three contradictory endings--sad, wistful and celebratory - to cover all its ideological bets. One's hat goes off to the fresh, multitalented cast, who perform as if to the manner born. But anyone hoping to hear an indigenous Polish voice is in for a big surprise. This musical speaks in a "universal" language, and it turns out to be pure Vegas.

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