
As the national tour of Some Like It Hot blazes through its final stretch at Tennessee Performing Arts Center‘s Jackson Hall with shows thru Sunday, April 26, there’s a palpable sense that this is more than just another stop on the road—for it’s also a curtain call on a two-year, coast-to-coast victory lap. And if ever a show deserved to go out in a blaze of brassy, tap-drenched glory, it’s this one.
Adapted from the beloved 1959 film of the same name by legendary director Billy Wilder, the stage musical carries forward the legacy of roles made part of the lexicon of classic cinema by Tony Curtis, Jack Lemmon, and Marilyn Monroe. The 2022 Broadway adaptation—with a book by Matthew Lopez (Tony-winner for The Inheritance) and Amber Ruffin (Emmy-winning scribe for The Late Show with Seth Meyers), and music by Marc Shaiman with lyrics by Scott Wittman and Shaiman (the duo who brought us Hairspay: The Musical and so much more)—pays loving homage to the film’s cinematic flair and Prohibition-era hijinks while updating the story with a more expansive, inclusive lens.
Here’s the thing, though. this isn’t just a backstage farce anymore; it’s a more well-rounded representation of the people who might have populated the 1930s nightclub circuit, as well as the ideals and personal discoveries that resonate with today’s audiences.
As a massive fan of the film, I was delighted in the inclusion of a handful of my favorite lines. From Sugar’s lament, “I’m tired of getting the fuzzy end of the lollipop” to Osgood’s revealing, telling, and ultimately true, “Well, nobody’s perfect”…Some Like It Hot purists should be gloriously satisfied.
One notable change is the role of Sweet Sue, bandleader of the all-girl band that serves as the perfect hiding in plain site destination for our two unintentional leading men, or should I say leading ladies? Little more than a brief appearance in the source material, Ruffin and Lopez wisely fleshed out Sweet Sue and as played by DeQuina Moore, we’re glad they did. Moore’s Sweet Sue doesn’t just open the show—she detonates it. Her “What Are You Thirsty For?” lands with the kind of electrifying force she herself described in our recent Rapid Fire 20Q, noting that she takes the responsibility “by the horns” each night to set the tone with a bang. That intention is unmistakable in performance. There’s power here, yes, but also purpose—her Sue is a bandleader carrying not just the rhythm, but the weight of every woman in her orbit. As she also shared in our recent Rapid Fire 20Q, that maternal instinct—balancing toughness with unexpected softness—becomes central to the character’s journey, and Moore threads that needle beautifully. With a commanding stage presence that put me in mind of the late, great Nell Carter, Moore’s Sweet Sue exudes class, brass and just enough sass to put the syncopation in Sweet Sue and her Society Syncopators. There’s a point in the show when Moore’s Sweet Sue is at a loss for words but that doesn’t keep her from garnering belly-laughs from the audiences as she pulls her face with with wide-eyed and open mouth exaggerated reactionary looks. A true queen of her craft.
During the show’s Broadway debut, the central trio was played by Christian Borle, J. Harrison Ghee (whose Tony-winning performance helped redefine Daphne), and Adrianna Hicks. The touring company—led by Matt Loehr (Joe/Josephine), Tavis Kordell (Jerry/Daphne), and Leandra Ellis-Gaston (Sugar)—echoes those performances in spirit while continuing to lean into the show’s modern sensibilities. Together, this Tip Tap Trio gleefully steps into the legendary tap shoes of Curtis, Lemmon, and Monroe, while confidently making Josephine/Joe, Daphne/Jerry, and Sugar wholly their own.

Matt Loehr’s Joe/Josephine is a magician of controlled chaos. There’s a joyfulness he brings to the character—a kind of gleeful mischief—that makes the con man’s scheming feel less cynical and more survivalist charm. His performance…part fast-talking opportunist, part wide-eyed dreamer…keeps the audience firmly in his corner even as the lies Joe’s perpetrating become as tricky to maneuver as Josephine walking in those high heel shoes.
Tavis Kordell, in what his bio reveals is his first national tour (talk about diving in headfirst), delivers a Daphne/Jerry that is as charming as it is emotionally resonant. Having had the Broadway cast recording on repeat in the days leading up to opening night in Music City, there’s an undeniable—and frankly uncanny—vocal similarity to J. Harrison Ghee that immediately stands out. But imitation this is not. Kordell makes the role his own, particularly as the story leans into the duality of Jerry and Daphne. What unfolds is less a punchline and more a revelation—one that lands as a genuinely heartwarming triumph.
Leandra Ellis-Gaston’s Sugar Kane arguably comes with the steepest climb. Not because of the technical demands—though those are certainly present—but because Marilyn Monroe’s original Sugar remains so indelibly iconic. Wisely, the creators of the stage adaptation “understood the assignment,” sidestepping imitation entirely. By reimagining Sugar as a strong-willed, career-driven woman of color, the role becomes instantly unshackled from direct comparison—and Ellis-Gaston runs with it. With a speaking voice that lands somewhere between The Color Purple’s Squeak and legendary chanteuse Lena Horne, her Sugar is equal parts vulnerability and resolve. Sweet? Absolutely. But never simple.
As G-man Mulligan, Matt Allen plays the essential “straight man” with surgical precision, anchoring the show’s more outlandish antics while quietly setting up some of its biggest payoffs. As he said in our recent Rapid Fire 20Q, that role is not only necessary but foundational in launching the show’s farcical momentum. And when he finally gets to dip into the madness—particularly in that delightfully ridiculous undercover sequence—it’s a payoff worth the wait.
Devon Goffman’s Spats Colombo walks a delicious tightrope between menace and absurdity, leaning into his character’s 1930 mob boss ways with aplomb. Goffman’s Spats plays beautifully here. After all, who doesn’t love an appealing bad guy?
Minnie, Sweet Sue’s right-hand woman is revealed throughout as a bit of a sticky-fingered gal. One of the show’s running gags is her revelations of accidentally entering the wrong apartments thinking they were Sue’s and taking things that weren’t hers. To that end it makes perfect sense that Devon Hadsell’s Minnie is a scene-stealing delight, leaning fully into the character’s charming chaos and absconding with laughs each time she’s on the stage. There’s a lived-in sense of loyalty and mischief here, making Minnie far more than just comic relief. She’s an essential part of the heartbeat of the band. And that ever-present cigarette dangling from her ruby red lips, the kind of subtle sight gag that again perfectly pays homage to that 1930 prohibition-era Hollywood spirit. Side Note: When that Gregg Oppenheimer I Love Lucy play makes its way to Broadway, Hadsell has my vote for the Vivian Vance/Ethel Mertz role!
And then there’s Edward Juvier’s Osgood, who may just be the show’s most quietly radical reinvention. As he shared in our recent Rapid Fire 20Q, what drew him to the role was Osgood’s ability to lead with curiosity rather than judgment—and that ethos radiates throughout his performance. Where the film played him as the punchline, this version is in on the joke and, more importantly, in on the love. That shift—from caricature to fully realized romantic—becomes one of the production’s most meaningful evolutions.
Director/choreographer Casey Nicholaw delivers a production that feels like a love letter to the Hollywood Golden Age—if that love letter were written in morse code and expressed through tap shoes moving at breakneck speed. The musical numbers burst with big-band swagger, kaleidoscopic staging, and the kind of precision that makes you wonder if the cast has secretly replaced their bones with metronomes. It’s lush, it’s lavish, and it never once lets its foot off the gas. A true high octane delight and I’m not just talking about what’s in Sugar’s flask.
Now, if you read my reviews with any regularity, you know I love an allegorical ography…I frequently describe choreo in such a way…I’ve written about hairography, chairography and even waterography, so when Goffman described Nicholaw’s Tony-winning choreo as door-e-ography, I knew I’d be adding that descriptor to my vocabulary. Here’s the funny thing about that…my date for TPAC’s Opening Night of Some Like It Hot, an actress and dancer herself, who knows my penchant for ography designations, leaned over and said “doorography”–and she hadn’t even read the Rapid Fire 20Q! It’s the farcial slamming of doors, but elevated to movement that’s both comedically guffaw-ensuing and rhythmically pleasing. Gotta hand it to Nicholaw, that’s the first chase scene I’ve ever seen on stage where both the pursued and pursuer are outfitted in tap shoes. Forget running from danger, they’re tap, tap, tapping from it and that makes the chase all the more enjoyable!
As this tour takes its final bow at TPAC, Some Like It Hot proves itself to be more than a nostalgic retread. It’s a reimagined classic that honors its roots while dancing confidently into the present—one high-kick, high-stakes, high-style number at a time.
Catch it while you can. After all, shows like this don’t just close…they exit with a flourish.
Some Like It Hot plays TPAC‘s Jackson Hall thru 26—delivering a fast, funny, and thoroughly modern take on a classic story, with just the right amount of old-school showbiz shine. CLICK HERE for tickets. To follow Some Like It Hot, check out their official site or find them on Facebook, X, Insta and TikTok.
While this may be the end of the road for Some Like It Hot‘s current national tour schedule, TPAC‘s Broadway season continues next with Water for Elephants on stage May 12-17. Then it’s the return of two favorites with Book of Mormon June 2-17 followed by Hamilton June 17-28. You can also follow TPAC on socials: TPAC on Instagram, X, YouTube and Facebook.
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Then there’s Doc. David Josefsberg’s take on the eccentric inventor is where the show truly locks into place. Wonderfully unhinged in the best way, his Doc balances manic comedy with genuine heart. His early numbers are the turning point where the audience collectively leans in and says, “Okay, I’m in.” Josefsberg doesn’t imitate—he reinvents, while still honoring what makes Doc such an iconic character.
And then there’s Cartreze Tucker as Goldie Wilson (and Marvin Berry), who nearly steals the entire show. From the moment he steps onstage, Tucker commands attention. His big number earns one of the largest audience responses of the night, and for good reason—his vocals are powerhouse-level, and his charisma is off the charts. It’s a star-making turn that injects an extra jolt of electricity into an already high-energy production.
Visually, the production is stunning. The use of projections, layered with practical effects and good old-fashioned stage magic and some mind-blowing state-of-the-art new theatrical tricks, the effects become a character in its own right. Whether it’s the clock tower sequence or the time-travel effects, the technical execution is nothing short of jaw-dropping. It’s the kind of design work that reminds you how thrilling live theatre can be when all the elements are firing.
Act Two does bring one of the more head-scratching moments in the show—a neon-soaked, new wave-inspired “21st Century” opening number featuring Doc and a troupe of backup dancers. It’s flashy and fun, but also feels a bit unnecessary and tonally out of sync with the rest of the piece. And on opening night in Nashville, it was followed by a rare hiccup: the hoverboard didn’t quite cooperate. Still, the moment was handled with total professionalism, and honestly, it was quickly forgiven given the sheer volume of technical wizardry the show gets right. Because when it works—and it mostly does—it really works.

RAPID FIRE WITH BACK TO THE FUTURE’S MARTY MCFLY, LUCAS HALLAUER
JHPENTERTAINMENT: Marty’s wardrobe—from the puffer vest to the sneakers, perfectly reimagined for the stage by scenic and costume designer Tim Hatley—is instantly recognizable. What’s it like to put on that iconic costume each night and step into such a visually legendary look?
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JHPENTERTAINMENT: After originating the role on Broadway, what lured you back to Hill Valley for year two of the National Tour?
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JHPENTERTAINMENT: Speaking of energy, one of the most entertaining elements of Back to the Future on stage is the theatrical magic courtesy the collaborative efforts of the show’s lighting designers Tim Lutkin & Hugh Vanstone, video designer Finn Ross, sound designer Gareth Owen and illusion designer Chris Fisher. Without giving away too much, what can you tell me about your favorite moment in the show where these elements all come together perfectly?
From the opening strains of the period-perfect ragtime-syncopated “Let Mother Vote,” maternally led by Mary Grandy‘s Carrie Chapman Catt and backed by a vocally powerful ensemble, Suffs makes it clear: this isn’t a museum piece. It’s a movement. The storytelling feels urgent, strong, and emotionally immediate—never preachy, always human.
As Ida B. Wells, Danyel Fulton commands attention with moral clarity, emotional precision and powerhouse vocals to rival a certain recent Broadway Gypsy. “Wait My Turn” simmers with justified frustration, and when she returns in “I Was Here,” alongside Mary Church Terrell (Trisha Jeffrey) and Phyllis Terrell (Victoria Pekel), the moment lands as a declaration of presence that resonates well beyond the period setting. Speaking of Fulton’s co-stars, Jeffrey brings elegance and resolve to Mary Church Terrell, particularly in “Hold It Together,” serving as an emotional anchor amid political fractures. Meanwhile, Pekel’s Phyllis as well as a later turn as Robin, reinforce the vitality of youthful exuberance necessary for any movement to continue into the next generation. Whenever any of these three talented performers are on stage, the audience is mesmerized and treated to stunning vocals.
Monica Tulia Ramirez’s Inez Milholland radiates charisma in “The March (We Demand Equality),” which she leads alongside Fulton’s Ida and the ensemble in one of the production’s most visually arresting sequences. Act I’s “Show Them Who You Are” showcases Ramirez’s sass while Act II’s reprise flips the script to haunting results. Milholland’s personal life and sacrifices poignantly reveal the true dedication these powerful, but often unsung heroes of the moment possessed.
Laura Stracko‘s Alva Belmont is boisterously brilliant. Gotta love a socialist socialite. Act I’s “Alva Belmont” introduces the character in a big way. With another period-nod, “Alva Belmont” is presented as a toe-tappin’ Tin Pan Alley-style ditty complete with playful, yet pointed lyrics: “I divorced my husband for philandering. Now I’ve got his millions for philanthropy.” Flawlessly introducing the character. Interestingly, while not really relevant to the plot, I discovered while researching to interview some of the cast that the real Alva Belmont, a native of Alabama, has ties-by-association to Tennessee. Her maternal grandfather, Robert Desha was a U.S. House of Representatives for the state of Tennessee. In the years before her political activism, she was first married to William Kissam Vanderbilt, the grandson of Commodore Cornelius Vanderbilt (for whom Nashville’s Vanderbilt University was named).
As President Woodrow Wilson, Jenny Ashman offers a sharply drawn portrayal. “Ladies” drips with calculated condescension (and sadly echoes a little too closely our current administration’s views on the arguably stronger sex, but I digress). Later in the show, Ashman’s Wilson attemps to placate with “Let Mother Vote (reprise)”, which lands with pointed irony. On Opening Night in Nashville, Ariana Burks stepped into the role of President Wilson’s Third Assistant Secretary of State Dudley Malone, a role usually played by Brandi Portert. Covering the role, Burks shines in “Respectfully Yours, Dudley Malone,” blending romantic sincerity with political awakening. Her chemistry with Marcus’ Doris in “If We Were Married” and its reprise adds warmth and texture to the broader narrative. Just one of a handful of relationships, while not at the center of the narrative, a wonderful aside. Other notable personal relationships alluded to within Suffs include sorority sisters Ida B. Wells and Mary Church Terrell, friends Alice Paul and Lucy Burns and longtime partners Carrie Chapman Catt and Mollie Hay.

RAPID FIRE WITH SUFFS‘ Carrie Chapman Catt, ACTRESS MARYA GRANDY
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Emma Elizabeth Smith (Catherine of Aragon) steps forward first with “No Way”, clad in commanding yellow and gold with accents of black—a direct references to her Spanish roots, the wealth of the Spanish crown, and the opulence of the Catholic Church. The regal palette reinforces Catherine’s authority as the original Queen, while the structured corset and bold detailing give visual weight to her refusal to be dismissed. As Smith belts “I’m not sorry for my honesty,” the look radiates righteousness and resolve.
There’s an interesting shift in tone with Alizé Cruz (Katherine Howard) and “All You Wanna Do”. Her pink-and-black costume reflects youthful vitality layered with looming danger—the sweetness of pink undercut (no pun intended) by the severity of black. What begins flirtatious quickly curdles as the repetition of “All you wanna do, baby” exposes the song’s darker truth. As the lighting cools and the meaning sharpens, the visual contrast underscores just how trapped Howard truly is. It’s Britney‘s “Womanizer”, sing-songy and fun, but if the aggressor had access to the guillotine.
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