We went to see a local professional production of The Producers last night. It's a fun script, they did it well. It was bawdier than I expected - I never saw either version of the movie - but upon reflection, Mel Brooks. I should have had different expectations. I have only been to children's productions at the Palace - I think - since I went to see Shakespeare in 1976 or 77 just after leaving William and Mary. I didn't think much of the quality compared to what I had been used to. Things can change in 45 years, and this was quite good. It is dance-heavy and clear that the ensemble, male and female were cast first for that skill. Very high energy required, number after number.
It trades on every gay stereotype, but it must not be considered offensive, as my college roommate, who came out a few years after, has directed the show in the last few years. There are literary references scattered throughout - the second male lead is named Leopold Bloom, for example. The theme song for the play-within-a-play, "Springtime For Hitler," echoes "Willkommen" from Cabaret. Clownish Nazi stereotypes are also prominent. The basic originality of the show's idea prevents any of it from being trite.