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It could almost be a blown-up book cover!
But do not judge anouveau cirqueshow by its curtain.
Once that drop goes up, the restrained watercolor charm of Antoine de Saint-Exuperys childrens book is nowhere.
By the time our petite hero has shuffled off the mortal coil (reminder:The Little Princeis terrifying!
Best to elide all that with skipping and swinging, surely?
Showering the audience in confetti always dazzles em, as does physical virtuosity.
In memory, the prince dances with the flower (Laurisse Sulty), whom he cant quite forget.
While all this happens, the dozen or so dancers do not speak.
This narration is worse than useless.
Mouron oversells every sentiment and sometimes sings gloppy songs in French (the music is by Terry Truck).
The translated lyrics seem … weird.
It all seems perfectly innocent and imaginative until Mouron starts in.
Tame me like you tamed your fox, she sings.Mon dieu.
A deeper sin, though, is what it looks like.
Do I need to tell you theres a checkerboard floor at one point?
Or that the planets look like theyve been done in a spray-painting art course?
Imagine a backdrop for Eurovision Junior then write The Little Prince on it in glowing glitter script.
Perhaps ifThe Little Princewerent rattling around this gigantic house, its charms might make it past the footlights.
(Without it, the run time is around 85 minutes.)
If theyd asked the prince himself, I bet he would have warned them away from 53rd Street.
Small homes are best, he would have said.
They let you tend to your particular rose, one at a time.
The Little Princeis at the Broadway Theatre.
