Well, Tom Lehrer she wasn't. Nor Allan Sherman nor Randy Newman, all of whom have written satirical (and some serious) songs that enjoyed successful off-Broadway tributes in years past. But the largely forgotten Ruth Wallis did carve out a niche for herself with moderately raunchy, double-entendre-packed ditties throughout the 50s and 60s, the most famous of which gives Steve Mackes and Michael Whaley's new revue its title. Boobs! The Musical takes its cue more from the goofy costumage and fast pacing of Howard Crabtree spoofs and gay camp than from standard song- cycle cabarets. As such, there are fun visual gags, such as two bald heads becoming the two hooters of Mrs. Frankenstein, a pizza-style dress with a slice missing just where the "pie" would be, and, lest we forget, Davy's all-important, wrap-around dinghy. Harmless fun, but overworked and surprisingly shrill on the ears—especially since the performers don't even appear to be miked. Given the decent but second-tier songs, one can't blame the cast or Donna Drake for trying to, um, milk Boobs!, but must they be so udderly hyperactive?
