Stratton is a beautiful woman, a gorgeous singer and a splendid actor. She brings a genuine warmth to the role and as she hesitates in her affections toward both of the men in her life we witness her emotional turmoil in her face. In her final scene in the play she is obviously torn among her fates and she chooses the least likely ending for her life; it is heartbreaking. This role was originally created for Julie Andrews who was magnificent opposite Richard Burton and newcomer Robert Goulet. Stratton brings out things Andrews never divulged.

As her pent-up would-be lover, Lancelot, this company has an interesting choice, one not thoroughly engaging for me, Nick Miller. While his French accent works well, his charm was elusive and his charisma almost non-existent. Goulet in the original production had more charisma than talent and, as Andrews told me the story, after six months in the run he came to her dressing room to ask her why none of the company ever socialized with him after the performance. Smiling sweetly she told him, "no one likes you," and that was because when he was on stage no one paid any attention to her or Burton or anyone else. The role of Lancelot almost demands that kind of performance and Miller doesn't have that.