Even the sleaze is wholesome in Cry-Baby, the bobby socks–perky new musical that recently opened on Broadway. The show may be based on the 1990 movie by John Waters, the filmmaker whose gleefully subversive works wallow in low camp. And it may depict the conquest of squeaky-clean 1950s society by a tribe of bad-boy rockers. But translated to the genre of Rodgers and Hammerstein, the wild oats of Waters’s movie look a little like the corn in Oklahoma!...
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