The strident vocalizing might be bearable if the rest of the 80-minute show managed to tell us something about Gershwin beyond a straightforward biographical resume and a few lame jokes. As it is, the composer, who died in 1937 of a brain tumor, remains a mystery. Nadler, hair slicked-back and wearing a devilish grin, could be one of those guys who tinkled the ivories in a Broadway speakeasy. Sullivan, a voluptuous blonde, beckons with a come-hither smile and a knowing sauciness that suggests she's a lot smarter than she'd be willing to admit to any admirer. They make a compatible pair, working their way through a pile of Gershwin songs, most of them well-known, a few not.
Gershwin music radiates an effortless joy.
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