Some of the songs make a stab at orienting us, such as "The Game," "Carders and Holds," and "The Final Clue," all by Mr. Boddy and the suspects. Some help to characterize, like Mrs. Peacock's "Once a Widow," and Prof. Plum and the Detective singing "Seduction Deduction." Delivered by the housekeeper, Mrs. White's "Life Is a Bowl of Pits" is a lament of her bad treatment by Mr. Boddy.

My favorite performance, and I suspect the audience's, is Christine Treglia, cheerful, sarcastic, and cheeky in her lower-class English accent as Mrs. White. (The company probably agrees, since on opening night she was the single cast member helping audience members to their seats, with quips and perky presence.) Wingo gives Mrs. Peacock a self-centered intensity that works nicely. Oddly, Foley provides a Russian accent for the Detective, but for some reason it works.

Clue: The Musical may be gaming us, but it does have moments when we don't care.

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