Last week all London was still fighting for tickets to the U.S. musical Oklahoma! But for a simple-minded evening in the theater, the British public preferred an outrageously sentimental, swashbuckling melodrama-with-music called Perchance to Dream. It celebrated its thousandth performance by packing the Hippodrome to the rafters with sniffling, wildly applauding spectators.
As a play, Perchance to Dream lies somewhere between East Lynn, and The Prisoner of Zenda. To the accompaniment of sobbing violins, it follows three generations of hand-kissing, heel-clicking adventurers and three generations of innocent but susceptible young women.
The man...
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