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Director Tommy Iafrate beautifully bookends the Clinton Area Showboat Theatre's Evita with scenes in which the actors acknowledge, or the staging makes clear, that the cast is performing specifically for an audience.

The Clinton Area Showboat Theatre’s The Drowsy Chaperone is fantastically fun. Of course, it helps that the book by Bob Martin and Don McKellar, and the music and lyrics by Lisa Lambert and Greg Morrison, are filled with amusing lines, scenarios, and situations. It also helps that this summer’s Showboat cast is so talented, appearing in one impressive production after another, including Thursday night’s performance.

After an extended silent-movie montage – one featuring clips from F.W. Murnau’s horror classic Nosferatu – and the appearance of the show’s title, the Timber Lake Playhouse’s Sunset Boulevard opens with screenwriter Joe Gillis (Brandon Ford) at the bottom of a swimming pool. Granted, the water, like that montage, is a multimedia projection, and Gillis is standing (and singing) rather than floating face-down. But the Act I prelude is still enough like the opening to Billy Wilder’s beloved Hollywood noir that fans of the Sunset Boulevard movie will likely smile in recognition and appreciation, and we’re returned to this scene of a future crime at the start of the musical’s second act.

These are the two, and only, times that Timber Lake’s production will find itself underwater.

Certain theatrical works are so inherently satisfying that they're pretty great even when their productions are only pretty good, and some are so firmly entrenched as classics that nothing less than spectacular will do. West Side Story is the rare piece that's actually both - a thrilling entertainment that many of us have seen way too many times - and the Timber Lake Playhouse's West Side Story is both, as well; it starts out as pretty good passing for pretty great, and ends up spectacular. By its finale, director James Beaudry's offering had morphed into one of the smartest, most impassioned versions of this legendary Bernstein/Sondheim/Laurents collaboration I've yet seen. It just took a while to get there.