The Sexual Non-Show

The show has grossed more than $275,000 and is doing a sellout business at Manhattan's Village Gate. A cast album is in the works, along with road companies in San Francisco, Los Angeles, Houston and Toronto. This summer Pinnacle Books will publish a volume on the story of the production.

That is a considerable distance for an off-Broadway musical to travel without even having had an official opening. But Producer Phil Oesterman and Lyricist-Composer Earl Wilson Jr., the gossip columnist's 31-year-old son, reason that a few stuffy reviews could only spoil their astonishing success with Let My People Come, a mostly nude review that began performances last January. So far, almost all reviewers have respected their wishes and stayed away.

Like an adolescent son of Oh! Calcutta!, Let My People Come is aggressively and amiably smutty, carrying a message now old enough to seem almost quaint: roughly, grope your way to sexual freedom. For all its nudity, it is probably the least erotic musical since Oklahoma! But without reviews that is a fact that voyeurs will discover only after they have paid their money ($9.50 top) at the box office.

This file is automatically generated by a robot program, so viewer discretion is required.