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October 6, 2006

Since A Chorus Line left Broadway only 16 years ago, to have it return more or less exactly as it was makes it feel like a vintage car that has been taken out of the garage, polished up and sent on the road once again.

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Newsday
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April 22, 2014

The treatment of every step-kick as holy scripture brings the faint whiff of mothballs to memory lane.

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Usa Today

April 22, 2014

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April 22, 2014

While everybody works hard, no one quite dazzles. That seems dictated not by any lack of talent but by the fundamental limitations of the production’s approach. Fitting into the established contours of existing performances rarely generates the same sparks as creating them from scratch. The actors onstage feel like topnotch replacements rather than originators. It’s the sense of duplication — albeit lovingly executed — that keeps the revival from soaring.

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New York Daily News
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April 22, 2014

The musical doesn’t pack the one-two wallop of innovation and discovery it once did. How could it? But for its 2 hours and 10 minutes, it is still addictively entertaining.

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April 22, 2014

The top hats and gold spandex suits look the same. Each step, kick, turn and kick-turn seems to be in place. The orchestrations still command a brass, rhythmic drive. The choral anthem, "What I Did for Love," still brings tears. It even has the original creative team’s stamp of approval — at least those who are still alive. And, of course, it ends with that glorious Rockette kickline.

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THEATERMANIA

April 22, 2014

No sooner was the revival of the landmark 1975 musical A Chorus Line announced than the bickering began. Up for argument has been everything from the property’s potential staleness to the fairness of the royalties for the dancers whose stories provided the show’s raw material. Differing opinions have been aired on the pertinence of "What I Did for Love" and the significance of the number 17 on the shirt of the musical’s assistant choreographer. Well, the opening night curtain is up, and the show’s vibrancy knocks most of the palaver into a cocked hat — or, better yet, into one of the still-magnificent finale’s top hats.

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