At GSC, where the catchy accompaniment is by musical director José Delgado on piano, Terrell plays up the furious, testosterone-fueled comedy of the piece, putting body-flinging bravado into the Calvin-and-Matt collaborative “We’re the Man” and having unconscionable fun with Austin Lesch’s Matt, who teeters between desirable hunk and complete moron. In an ingenious move, Wyner makes the guy a hip-hop fan who can memorize Calvin’s billets doux only by transposing the rhythms into rap. And the Michael J. Fox–ish Lesch goes with the jutting, jerky flow, making the enthused if thick Matt silly and soulful at once. Nick Blaemire is both doofus and ironist as Calvin, and he sings well. Briana Carlson-Goodman, a foxy innocent as Rosanna, and Gillian Goldberg, savvy yet touching as Bret, round out the young cast of this clever, infectious transposition, in which, I’m glad to report, no one gets killed before college.
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