It's all about those dancing feet -- be they attached to the legs of literally dozens of young hoofers, or our own toes keeping time to Al Dubin and Harry Warren's evergreen tunes. Production values are handsome but not quite lavish, with Douglas W. Schmidt's settings running from grandly art-deco to too cartoony. Christine Ebersole, has both comic wattage and a singing voice to hush the house. Michael Cumpsty is an engagingly benign Julian Marsh - so much so that his hiring of goons to beat up a pest feels uncomfortably out of character. Mary Testa, as usual, wrecks a potentially funny turn with her broad mugging (breathes there a director who can reign this ungovernable talent in?). The real find here is David Elder, effortlessly right as the girl-hungry tenor with his eye on Peggy.
