It has been called “the perfect musical,” and it just might be.


The script is so clever, the score so memorable, the characters so utterly indelible. It’s a genuine classic. A cultural treasure. Everybody knows it and everybody loves it…

And there’s the rub for any director with the guts to take on My Fair Lady. People have… expectations. Screwing up is not an option.

         Fortunately, Lerner and Loewe’s beloved legacy has landed in safe hands with Casey Colgan at the Arts Center of Coastal Carolina. This is My Fair Lady in all its glory – big, colorful, exuberant and fun. With marvelous sets that move as if by magic, spectacular costumes that twirl and dazzle, and a cast so good you can’t stop grinning at the stage… the production runs, as they say, like a well-oiled machine. One can only imagine how much painstaking, back-breaking work goes into making a show this complicated look this easy. 

So, it’s slick and smooth and spectacular… but is there anything “new” here? Well, yes… one.  And it’s a doozy. But we’ll get to that in a moment. For the most part, Colgan’s production is just an impeccable, straightforward rendering of a timeless piece that needs no twisting nor tweaking. Bless you for that, Mr. Colgan.

         A smash hit on Broadway in 1956, “My Fair Lady” is best known for its wildly popular and acclaimed film adaptation, made in 1964.  The story itself – first recounted in George Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalian  is set in 1912 London and has held up surprisingly well.

         The tale of lowly flower girl Eliza Doolittle and uppity linguist Henry Higgins, while celebrated for its comedy, resonates on many levels… some of them pretty dark. While a few of the play’s concerns may seem a bit dated to a contemporary audience – questions of class and gender, for example – the archetypal themes of pride and prejudice never grow old or irrelevant.  In complex characters like Eliza, her scoundrel of a father, the self-involved, self-deluded Henry Higgins, and the gentle, genteel Colonel Pickering, we’re reminded that kindness and decency recognize no class or gender distinctions.  Also, that “education” has many definitions. The arrogant, erudite Professor Higgins believes he can “transform” Eliza by teaching her to speak proper English; but in the end – and only the bitter end – it is Higgins, himself, who is transformed. The catalyst? A good, old-fashioned dose of humility. That, and a crazy little thing called love.

         If it seems like I’m piling on poor Professor Higgins… well, I am. I was discussing this show with a friend who’s a newbie to MFL, and he quipped: “I had no idea what an ass Higgins is!” And he is. But allow me to sing the praises of the man who brings this ass so beautifully and convincingly to life. Peter Simon Hilton takes Henry Higgins to new heights – and depths – and will send you home from the theater mumbling, “Rex Who?” 

Rex Harrison was pushing 60 when he made Higgins a household name, and though his performance is twinkly and devilish and very charming, I was never quite sold on the idea of Higgins and the 20-ish Eliza as a “couple” (which they may – or may not – be, depending on how you interpret the ambiguous ending). As a red-blooded American female, I am bold enough to tell you that having a young, sexy Higgins on stage enhanced my enjoyment of the show many fold. Oh, don’t get me wrong – Hilton’s not just young and sexy. He’s an accomplished thespian with plenty of Shakespeare on his resume, mad acting chops and charisma out the wazoo… and, unlike Harrison, he actually sings his songs, instead of speaking them, and he’s got a terrific voice. These things are all well and good – frankly, at the Arts Center, they’re expected – but it’s the “young and sexy” that’s new. For me, it makes My Fair Lady a different play.  It’s a brave, unexpected casting choice that really pays off.

         The rest of the cast is splendid, as well. The effervescent Lindsie Van Winkle imbues her Eliza with complicated notes of mischief and melancholy. Having seen her do a soulful “Eponine” in the Arts Center’s glorious “Les Miz” last spring, I smiled when I saw she’d been cast. John-Charles Kelly is just right as Colonel Pickering – dignified and tender and very funny. Alfred P. Doolittle is boisterous, outrageous, and shameless as ever in the skilled hands of Drew Taylor; and Scott Evans lends a lovely voice and winning presence to the hapless swooner, Freddy Eynsford Hill. Special kudos to Terry Palasz for proving the axiom that there are no small roles, only small actors. Her “Mrs. Higgins” is a flat-out masterpiece.

         And the chorus is made up of singing, dancing actors just as passionate and dedicated as the principals. Their attention to detail and commitment to character enliven every production number. Of course, it’s easier to “commit” when swathed in exquisite costumes, like the ones created by Jennifer P. Correll, while whirling across wondrous sets like those designed by Terry Cermak and Sabrinna Cox. The orchestra, conducted by Bradley Vieth, is vibrant and dead-on, never missing a beat. Seriously, the values of this production could not be higher were it on Broadway, itself.

The result is a joyful night of – dare I say it? – “interactive” theater. The audience I was in gasped in unison when the Ascot scene was revealed in all its black-and-white, strike-a-pose perfection. “Get Me to the Church On Time” was a technicolor spectacle that had us hooting and hollering in our seats. Heads were bobbing to the wistful “Wouldn’t It Be Loverly.” During the overture, folks were actually singing aloud. Indeed, the energy in the audience was almost as palpable as the energy on stage. People. Love. This. Show.

My Fair Lady will run through December 27th at the Arts Center of Coastal Carolina on Hilton Head. Gentleman, I can think of no more romantic Christmas gift than a pair of tickets to this wonderful production. (Just don’t let your date anywhere near the guy who plays Henry Higgins!)

Call 843-842-ARTS or visit for tickets.