EVERY NIGHT BUT SUNDAY, when the stage inside is dark, the street fronting Broadway's Martin Beck Theater is a honking gridlock of limousines -- a shimmering illusion of Manhattan privilege come to life on pavements only steps away from the domain of panhandlers, pickpockets and prostitutes. There is no more characteristic New York City phenomenon than a Broadway hit in the early days of its run, when popular impact is measured by the number of people who are conscious that they haven't seen it yet. In all Broadway history, no hit has been more distinctively New Yorkish than the show gloriously...
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