Nothing seems to teach me as much about theater as seeing different productions of the same piece. In this case, when the production is such a close replica of the other I'd previously seen – on Broadway, with the original cast, the night before the 2004 Tonys – the differences and the lessons are subtler. They're as much about what the audience and the venue give to the performers as about what the performers give to the audience.
Wicked's been in town - first with the national touring company and now with the sit-down cast - for nearly three months now. It's been a pretty tough ticket the whole time, so I suspect the sort of repeat visiting that had been going on in New York by the time I saw it there hasn't entirely begun yet in Chicago. I had never sensed the excitement at a musical I felt at the Gershwin in June of 2004 before the curtain even rose. I'm not sure if it was the cheering as the house lights began to dim or something even less tangible, but there was an undeniable energy from the audience that night I didn't find on July 19, 2005 in Chicago.
Some other explanations for that might be that the audience here had fewer young people in it and maybe was just more of a tired weeknight crowd. Whatever the reasons, the cast and the piece had to work harder in Chicago to earn the audience's involvement.