Six Broadway Reviews

'It has mass appeal, immediacy, enthusiasm, and an incredibly high sense of style; and it revels in what used to be called 'girl power' but can now more properly be described as simply, or not-so-simply, power. An audience show for a wide audience, Six is a rafter-raising entertainment that'll get you throwing your proverbial bonnet in the air (but please keep that mask on, for now). Even if, yes, a third of the crowned characters portrayed did indeed-in the plot, and in actual history (and in actual herstory)-lose their heads.'

Each queen gets an absurdly catchy pop-inspired anthem to tell her own (often untold) story. There's a little Beyoncé in Catherine of Aragon's salsa-tinged 'No Way,' which details Henry's infidelity, his quest for an annulment, and her refusal ('You must think that I'm crazy/ You wanna replace me, baby, there's/ N-n-n-n-n-n-no way'). Anne Boleyn's bouncy, electro-pop 'Don't Lose Ur Head' has a Lily Allen vibe. To play up her sex appeal-and youthfulness-Catherine Parr sings the breathy, Britney Spears-style 'All You Wanna Do.'

Sitting in a theater packed with fellow fully-vaccinated, mask-wearing Broadway lovers brings a sense of solidarity and camaraderie to the atmosphere, a vibe mirrored on-stage by the cast's girl-group dynamic. Add to that the joy that's always been the DNA of this production, and Six truly is the top ticket to celebrate the return of the live stage show. Look, if a somber play is your idea of Broadway's best, then by all mean, enjoy! But if you're up for a euphoric celebration of the musical medium, Six is queen of the castle. Long may it reign.

Welcome to Six, the ferocious, feminist, and fun new Broadway musical about the six wives of Henry VIII. But this isn't exactly your mother's Philippa Gregory novel. Yes, these women have been gossiped about about incessantly in both fiction and academic circles over the past 500 years, but this version of the tale, by newcomers Toby Marlow and Lucy Moss, gives these ladies a very refreshing 2021 update.

Of course it's worth the wait. Of course anyone planning their own return to Broadway should buy a ticket. It is one of the cleverest, wittiest, flashiest musicals in town-and sets up home in New York after rave reviews wherever it has played, including the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, where it began life in 2017, and London's West End. On Sunday night, over 18 months later than anticipated, Six has its long overdue, much deserved moment to shine.

If you're looking for a sleek, swift and superbly sung evening to take you out of yourself, the Brooks Atkinson Theatre, where the musical marked its official opening Sunday, fits ideally in your itinerary. At times, the vibe becomes so contagious that it may float you out of your very seat.

All shows open in a temporal context they can't always control. 'Six,' especially at just 80 intermission-less minutes and with low costs, an existent YouTube fame, a gently progressive sensibility and a youthful target demographic, is as well-suited to this moment as any piece of live entertainment.

The six actresses are tremendous talents, equally skilled at scaling the high notes (solo numbers and beaucoup backup) and executing Carrie-Anne Ingrouille's slinky dance moves. Gabriella Slade's glam outfits are sparkling, jewel-encrusted multi-signifiers: both midriff-baring sexy, but also sharp and stiff like armor; these doomed damsels are going to war. Tim Deiling's stadium-raking lights set the perfect rock concert vibe, and Paul Gatehouse's ace sound design makes sure we get every funky bass lick, as well as each goofy pun. Co-directed by Moss and Jamie Armitage, Six is a glossy, well-engineered Fringe stunt made good.

Introducing themselves by both name and fate - 'Divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived!', they chant-sing - the wives, dressed in glitzy, geometric dresses that recall the space-glam flourishes of Lady Marmalade-era LaBelle, take the stage in a non-stop high-energy avalanche of sound. While each of the wives is given a contemporary musical niche - Catherine of Aragon hits the Beyonce-Shakira notes, Jane Seymour goes full Adele, Katherine Howard blends Britney Spears with Ariana Grande - the numbers, distinct and in quick succession, mesh like the colors of a nicely aged tapestry.

'Six' is more of a concert than a traditional book musical, though, with nine numbers and a megamix crammed into a quick 80 minutes. The songs here, by Toby Marlow and Lucy Moss, are all whip-smart and catchy. With jukebox shows proliferating like rabbits, audiences are getting used to hearing modern music onstage, but 'Six' is one of the few original musicals in memory whose score is radio-ready.

Somehow 'Six,' by Toby Marlow and Lucy Moss, isn't a philosophically incoherent jumble; it's a rollicking, reverberant blast from the past. I don't just mean that it's loud, though it is; you may clutch your ears even before the audience, primed by streaming audio and TikTok, starts singing along to the nine inexhaustibly catchy songs. I also mean that though gleefully anachronistic, mixing 16th-century marital politics with 21st-century selfies and shade, it suggests a surprising, disturbing and ultimately hopeful commonality. Which shouldn't work, but does.

This kind of campy conceit was executed with at least as much invention and more genuine charm 16 years ago in the off-Broadway hit Altar Boyz, in which a Christian boy band wrestled with their souls as they spoofed the testosterone-pumped teen sensations of the '90s. Six is probably closer to a three, but it's entertaining enough as bubbly pop confections go. By the time the inevitable curtain-call remix cranks up, there should be no shortage of young audiences ready to scream, 'Yass, queens!'

Six is not a show that bears too much thinking about. Toby Marlow and Lucy Moss wrote it when they were still students at Cambridge University, and it has the feel of a very entertaining senior showcase. Its 80 minutes are stuffed with clever turns of rhyme and catchy pastiche melodies that let mega-voiced singers toss off impressive 'riffs to ruffle your ruffs.' The show's own riffs on history are educational, too, like a cheeky new British edition of Schoolhouse Rock. If all these hors d'oeuvres don't quite add up to a meal, they are undeniably tasty.

The point of Six is its escapism. If you live at the intersection of its interests and can recognize a Spice Girls or Beyoncé reference ('C'mon, ladies, let's get in Reformation'), your animal heart will have no choice but to jump up and down with the beat. Even the sheer brightness of Six operates as color therapy. Emma Bailey's set is a simple rock stage backed by outlines of Gothic windows covered in LEDs that change and pulse in cheery display. Tim Deiling's lights are red and purple and gold, bathing your hungry pores. The color pours down your eye holes right into your serotonin receptors - all that warmth without heat triggers something deep in your lizard brain that says, 'Vacation.' So let the cares of this world roll away. Heck, let the cares of 16th-century England dissolve. This is one liberation in which you don't have to lift a finger. Queens are doing it for themselves.

There's the spirit-lifting energy of an arena concert, the humor and sass of a special sisterhood, and a ton of biographical exposition easily received in rap and snap - and which might evoke another recent historical musical. Just as Lin-Manuel Miranda's 'Hamilton' made us hyper-aware of 'who lives, who dies, who tells your story,' this show now gives voice to these Tudor #MeToos, presenting a feminist - both proto and post - version of 'herstory.' As one character says, 'History's about to get over-throned.'

The six actresses are tremendous talents, equally skilled at scaling the high notes (solo numbers and beaucoup backup) and executing Carrie-Anne Ingrouille's slinky dance moves. Gabriella Slade's glam outfits are sparkling, jewel-encrusted multi-signifiers: both midriff-baring sexy, but also sharp and stiff like armor; these doomed damsels are going to war. Tim Deiling's stadium-raking lights set the perfect rock concert vibe, and Paul Gatehouse's ace sound design makes sure we get every funky bass lick, as well as each goofy pun. Co-directed by Moss and Jamie Armitage, Six is a glossy, well-engineered Fringe stunt made good.

Toby Marlow and Lucy Moss' score is immediately hummable in the way that only derivative disco music can be. The often witty book, built around a competition among the six wives of Henry VIII, borrows a lot from 'RuPaul's Drag Race' while offering yet another #MeToo story. Those theatrical commonplaces aside, 'Six' is a needed antidote to 'Anastasia,' 'Frozen,' 'Jagged Little Pill,' 'Wicked' and other pompous shows of female empowerment.

Notwithstanding the dynamic score, 'Six' is weighed down by a labored book (which is built around a flimsy setup and banal banter), bargain-basement scenic design, and clunky dance choreography. That being said, 'Six,' which was highly anticipated before the shutdown, still has the makings of a solid hit. The history-meets-contemporary pop concept certainly worked out well for a little show called 'Hamilton,' and it is easy to imagine 'Six' appealing to teen girls, history buffs, and many others.

SIX is the best concert on Broadway. Imagine the Schuyler Sisters getting their own reality TV musical and hosting a toe-tapping feel-good party. That’s SIX. And with a ton of liberties, it covers the history… sorry, the remixed “herstory” of the six wives of Henry the VIII. SIX was the last of five Broadway shows I saw with my mom, and I’m glad I saved until the end. It was a perfect way to “Get Down” and sing/dance with a group of strangers. Unlike other Broadway musicals, there’s no intermission. It’s eighty minutes of non-stop music that will have you partying with the delightful “Ex-Wives.” Since SIX isn’t known by people outside of the musical theatre scene, I’m trying to think of the perfect pitch to get everyone to see it. Imagine seeing a diverse all girl concert with shades of Spice Girls, Destiny’s Child, Adele, TLC, and En Vogue. That’s SIX, but on Broadway. And yes, it’s enough to make you worry that you “Don’t Lose Ur Head.” If you are going to Broadway this year, “All You (should) Wanna Do” is see SIX. Unless you have a “Heart of Stone” and you don’t enjoy musical theatre. 🎭 Stop by www.SpoilerFreeReviews.com for the full review!

Despite the assertion that this show rewrites history, there’s no story line. The show is high energy, full of feminism, and infused with incredible songs that are very relevant to the different ways that women suffer today. But it doesn’t really feel like theatre. There’s no staging, minimal choreography, no real character development, and very superficial interaction between the characters. Six: The Musical is a fun concept and a fun experience. But if you are in town and have never seen a Broadway show, this is not a true Broadway theatre experience. The vocal performances are moving, but there’s not really any acting or dramatic structure. Read the full review on Pages on Stages: https://pagesonstages.wordpress.com/2021/11/02/six-the-musical/

Stellar vocal performances, glittering costumes, and high energy feminism abound at Six: The Musical, an imagined meeting outside of space and time of Henry XIII’s six ex-wives. This concert-style conceit features a contest between the six ex-wives for who suffered the most in her relationship with Henry XIII. The ex-wives share an opening number, a middle interlude, and a finale, between which each gets a solo moment to shine. The program insert likens each performer’s singing style to a real life pop star and gives a couple of historical details about the ex-wives. FULL REVIEW: pagesonstages .com