
Linedy Genao headlines Bad Cinderella. (Evan
Zimmerman)
Bad
Cinderella
By
Fern Siegel
“I
can’t lose my head! Where would all my hats go?” asks the distraught Queen of
Belleville. She’s worried that rebellion is in the air. The often cheeky royal
(Grace McLean) has no need to fret. Her kingdom, headquartered in the French
town of Belleville, worships beauty. “Wrinkles are not tolerated, torsos must
be tanned,” townsfolk decree.
Only
one rebel, Cinderella (Linedy Genao), who scrawled “Beauty Sucks” on the statue
of Prince Charming, has any spunk.
But
Cinderella, the star of the colorful, often over-the-top Bad Cinderella,
now playing at Broadway’s Imperial Theater, isn’t “bad” in the conventional
sense. She’s an outspoken young woman trapped in a dysfunctional family
populated by a mean stepmother (Carolee Carmello) and stepsisters who turned
her into their drudge.
Where
the fairy tale diverges — and it hews closely to the original — is giving the
story an occasional twist. It’s also a sassy realist about the power dynamics
behind royal marriages.
Cinderella
and Sebastian, Prince Charming’s younger, shyer brother (Julio Rey, who
seamlessly filled in for Justin Dobson) have been childhood best friends. Since
Charming is MIA, the Queen decides a wedding will rally her subjects. Sebastian
is less than enthused, being as opposed to mindless vanity as his BFF. That the
duo discover they are in love is inevitable. “Only You, Lonely You,” expresses
Sebastian’s longings, while “I Know I Have a Heart (Because You Broke it)” is
Cinderella’s.
But
to augment their emotional journey, we get various numbers with a group of
stunningly built, leather-clad men, known as the Hunks, who give new meaning to
eye candy. When Charming (Cameron Loyal) finally appears, the testosterone
shifts into overdrive, which makes his plot line predictably woke but a
crowd-pleaser.

The
Queen (Grace McLean) surrounded by the Hunks. (Evan Zimmerman)
The
big question is: Who is the show targeting? It seems best suited for late-teen
girls who will love JoAnn M. Hunter’s stylized choreography, which kicks off
with “Buns ‘n’ Roses/Beauty is Our Duty,” and Gabriela Tylesova’s bright costumes.
“Bad”
does play with familiar tropes, and Cinderella’s refusal to be judged by looks
alone is feminist. (Still, she carries off her rags and leather jacket with
swagger.) Above all, she wants to be loved for herself — though dreams of being
hot. (Who doesn’t?) The catch: Genao is already beautiful. Cinderella asks for a
sexy transformation to rival the women of Belleville, which the Fairy Godmother
(Christina Acosta Robinson) performs. The “Beauty has a Price” number makes a
fair point — but for this Cinderella, the plastic-surgery motif is replaced by
a simple wig.
The
music is by Andrew Lloyd Webber, justly famed for his lovely, lilting ballads,
and lyrics by David Zippel. Vanity, self-interest and social climbing is noted
and sent up in Emerald Fennel’s book. One of the show’s best numbers, “I Know
You,” is sung by the Queen and the Stepmother. The latter wants one of her
daughters (Sami Gayle and Morgan Higgins) to marry Sebastian, and she’s not
above blackmailing the Queen to realize her dream.
In
fact, some of the best moments on stage are watching Carmello and McLean. Their
tart deliveries, especially Carmello’s, are loads of fun.
Bad
Cinderella
can’t escape it origins, which was a female rescue fantasy, augmented by a
peculiar glass slipper obsession. Does love matter? Of course. But that lesson
is hard fought in tales in which looks usually triumph. Ironically, Prince
Charming’s physicality seems to be his claim to fame, a masculinity born solely
of musculature.
Genao
has to carry the show, and she does. Her voice and demeanor, deliver, as does
the rest of the troupe. There are no dramatic lessons here. No real social
commentary or deep dives into the twisted ethos of fairy tales. (It’s not Into
the Woods.) Bad Cinderella is all breezy surface, but its palette is
a visual treat.
Bad
Cinderella
Imperial
Theater, 249 W. 45 St.
Running
time: 2 hours and 30 minutes