Evans, whose admired pulchritude suggests that he could've been a Rocky earlier in his career, is moving the show in a different direction. I, too, question his suitability. His comedy chops are mostly untested, and without a whiff of self-awareness, the show can be plodding. (If you've ever seen a lesser staging, you'll know what I mean.). The plot is so flatly ludicrous, that without genre send-up in the staging - baked into the production style - it can feel like a bad drive-in move rather than commentary on one. In a way, you can't mess with the elements so classically presented in the film: the show is that, exactly. I've seen two productions that veered into earnest goth-like horror, and the whole thing can feel bloated and less of a good time. And I hope they don't mess with the original arrangements. This is one piece that needs the vintage sound to sell its many pleasures.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling