The Tony Awards are just a week away but so many shows opened at the end of the season that I'm way behind in posting about all the ones that are eligible for awards. I’ll still try to get to some of them later but, right now, I want to give a little love to a show that probably won’t hear its name called a lot next Sunday evening: Sister Act.
They used to say that shows like Sister Act were for the tired businessman. Now, they say they’re for the tourists. Both are meant as put-downs. And I don’t know why. Tourists and business people, tired and otherwise, pay their money just like everyone else (except of course most critics—including me) and they deserve to be entertained too.
Not every show has to be profound or break new ground. Not every theatergoer wants them to be. Sometimes, just singing, dancing and a few harmless jokes are exactly what hit the spot.
Sister Act is based on the 1992 movie about a so-so nightclub singer who’s named herself Deloris Van Cartier and has ambitions far beyond her talent. After Deloris witnesses her gangster boyfriend commit a murder, she hides in a convent that is home to a no-nonsense Mother Superior and a pitiful-sounding choir. The eventual outcome is totally predictable. But that doesn’t mean that getting there can’t be fun.