Oh, Mary!

B-

When a show receives universal praise and is the hottest ticket on Broadway, there's always a risk that I will have sky-high expectations for it and end up disappointed. That's what happened here. Cole Escola has written a wacky piece of alternate history that portrays Mary Todd Lincoln (Escola) as a former cabaret singer driven to drink by her frustration over having to give up her beloved career. Her husband (Conrad Ricamora) is fighting not only the Civil War, but also his preference for sex with men, especially his naive assistant (Tony Macht.) He has engaged Louise (Bianca Leigh) as Mary's companion to keep her out of trouble, without much success. Finally he hires a handsome acting teacher (James Scully) from a renowned family of actors for her, dangling the vague prospect of her eventual appearance onstage. When Mary accidentally learns Abe's true plans, she does not take it well. Although the play was clearly intended as a showpiece for Escola, he (I refuse to use they as a singular) has been generous to the other actors and gives each a moment to shine. The production values are higher than you would expect in an off-Broadway export. The scenic design by dots is effective, Holly Pierson's costumes are delightful and Leah J. Loukas deserves special mention for Mary's wig with "bratty curls." Sam Pinkleton's precise direction keeps the momentum up. At 80 minutes without intermission, the play still seemed overextended with too many middling stretches between the high points. I knew the humor would be coarse, but I expected it to have more wit and fewer cheap shots. Audience laughter was almost constant, but didn't sound heartfelt. Maybe I just got up on the wrong side of bed. All the critics loved it and it just extended its run again.