The best thing about the ’50s had to be the hair…or the fallout shelters.
Arrival time of intermission is the true test of any stage production. Either it can’t come fast enough as in, “Please, no more” or, if its expediency catches you completely by surprise, it either means you (A) fell asleep; (B) the cast forgot what to do, say, or sing; or (C) the production is actually good and at the same time, entertaining.
The Taffetas, Rick Lewis’ hit Off-Broadway musical tribute to the girl groups of the 1950s, which opened last weekend at 2nd Street Theater here, garnered, you guessed it, choice (c). Good. And entertaining.
The time: 1950s. The place: sound stage at the Dumont Television Network in New York City. Four sisters, a.k.a. The Taffetas, who hail from Muncie, Indiana and like boys (really like boys), convertible Chevys, their mother, and who beam with a wholesomeness that has, in today’s culture, all been forgotten, offer the audience 90 minutes of well-delivered classic 1950s songs, and a little bit of “Taffeta chatter.” The purpose: give a great variety show performance because you-know-who, the man with the golden touch, that swell Ed Sullivan, will be watching. Pause. (Imagine four girls shrieking.)

