Dirty Dancing, the Musical, was surprisingly good. The cast was well balanced, the live singing (as opposed to the piped-in music) was excellent, and the deviations from the movie script made sense. Changes included things like Mrs. Houseman had actual lines which added to the plot and Kellerman's nephew had a direct (conversational) relationship with Baby for most of the movie. The campfire "we shall overcome" scene did little for me besides throw in one more example of youngsters wanting to change the world and having to argue for the chance.
The dancing was fabulous. The singing was strong. The characters were well balanced. The minimalist set (with excellent screen projections for depth) made scene changes obvious without the need for props that would hinder stage movement. And with all the huge, sensuous dips going on, I hope that the company has a chiropractor on staff right there for post-show adjustments.
It is a sad thing that I now bring earplugs for live theater -regardless of genre- if there is going to be any music playing... just in case. Though I had it in the back of my mind, I really wasn't expecting earplugs to be necessary for Dirty Dancing. So wrong! The moment the first drum notes of Be My Baby blasted from the speakers, I jumped for my purse. I believe my reaction was something along the lines of "Oh, hell no."