Lennon, book, misconception and misdirection by Don Scardino (at least he's boldly willing to take all the blame) tries hard but misses badly. Sure, there are some great voices on the stage (Will Chase, Chuck Cooper, Julie Danao-Salkin, Marcy Harriell - the whole cast can really sing), but basically what is missing is John Lennon - his gentleness, his essence, his soul, except for one moment at the end when the real item appears on a screen. "Imagine" gets me. This show doesn't. It pushes hard, gives a piercing irritating sharpness to some of the songs which contradicts Lennon, takes time out to mock the Maharishi, and there's room for lots of dancing which doesn't manifest.
The tech work is all fine, but it's irrelevant when the show itself doesn't work. Sorry.
