Some Enchanting Evening

The tears shed for the beautifully sung Lincoln Center Theater production, which opened Wednesday at the Ahmanson, were mainly for the miraculous score by Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II. This expertly assembled hit parade of tunes from 1949 reveals the timelessness of music aimed at the heart by craftsmen who know the power of expressing profound longing simply. If Some Enchanted Evening doesn't make your eyes mist during one of its reprises, please consult your doctor, as this may be a sign of a serious medical condition. Bartlett Sher's staging, given a purple-tinged sunset elegance by Michael Yeargan's set design, isn't as crisp or as polished as it was in New York, but it still has a joyous majesty where it counts most in the musical numbers. Set on two islands in the South Pacific during the Second World War, the show springs to vibrant life whenever the jumble of characters natives, merchants and American military personnel vent their desires and frustrations in gorgeous, madcap song.

Too bad the bawdy delight of the Seabees anthem There Is Nothin Like a Dame, led by the comically conniving Luther Billis (Matthew Saldivar), cant be bottled. The exuberant effect on the audience (aided by Christopher Gattelli's choreography) is palpable a collective lifting of the spirits that represents the American musical at full-strength dosage.

But South Pacific depends most of all on its leads, and Carmen Cusack and Rod Gilfry dont disappoint vocally in the roles of Ensign Nellie Forbush and Emile de Becque. Id even say that Cusack transcends Kelli O'Hara, who was one of key sources of radiance in the original Lincoln Center Theater production. Comparisons in excellence are silly, but this Nellie reconciles more naturally the musicals peculiar mix of comedy and drama, and Id pay to hear her perform A Cockeyed Optimist and A Wonderful Guy just about anywhere she wants to sing them. The subject of racial intolerance not your typical musical theater theme runs through the book that Oscar Hammerstein II and Joshua Logan adapted from James A. Michener's Tales of the South Pacific. But the starting point, of course, is the romance between Emile, a middle-aged French plantation owner, and Nellie, a Navy nurse from Little Rock, Ark, who's stationed on the island.

Wealthy, dashing and seemingly too good to be true, Emile turns out to have a few skeletons in his closet. Nellie can handle that he killed a notorious bully back home in France (the reason for his fugitive flight to this tropical outpost), but her small-town bigotry reveals itself after she discovers that the two adorable mixed-raced children trilling Dites-Moi in his oceanfront villa don't belong to the servants but rather to Emile and his late Polynesian wife. This self-described hick" finds herself caught between her passion and her provincialism.

Written as America was trying to regain its bearings after the war, South Pacific tackles the issue of prejudice not just in Nellies story but also in the parallel tale of Lt. Joseph Cable (Anderson Davis). Hes a handsome Ivy League golden boy who's lured by the gruff Tonkinese peddler Bloody Mary (Keala Settle) into a romance with her beautiful daughter, Liat (Sumie Maeda). The young couple's first assignation takes place on Bali Hai, an island of seductive mystery that comes with its own theme song that Settles Mary delivers like a battle-ax siren tempting sailors to their doom.

This production gets the look and sound right in its various subplots, but subtlety isn't one of its strong suits. Maximum vividness seems to be the goal something Davis achieves through bare-chested crooning, Settle through uninhibited comic caricature. Saldivars Luther, the Seabee with a sly hand in all story lines, plays the cutup for all it's worth. Sher doesn't impose a modern perspective on a book that can seem awkward to modern audiences (one of the reasons a major Broadway revival took as long as did). The moral of the story is meant to be progressive love leads the way to democratic enlightenment but the musical is a product of an era in which sensitivities to difference are not equally distributed.

More enduring than the shows message is the rapturous score. The lush fullness of the orchestra weaves a spell that from the very first note begins to dismantle our emotional defenses. (Hats off to musical director Ted Sperling and conductor Braden Toan.) Gilfry, a Grammy-nominated baritone rooted in opera (following the tradition of Ezio Pinza, who created the role in the original Broadway production), may not be the most agile dramatic actor, but hes remarkably expressive when in full vocal flight with a standard as lyrically piercing as This Nearly Was Mine. He also has the suave silhouette that's necessary for this amorous fairy tale to get off the ground. (David Pittsinger, another distinguished leading man on leave from opera, takes over from Gilfry on June 22.) But this South Pacific is to be treasured above all for Cusack, whose interpretation of her character's embarrassment of Rodgers & Hammerstein riches is so stunningly suffused with heart that it was as if I were hearing the songs for the first time. Nellie vainly tries to wash that man right outta" her hair, and watching Cusack helplessly succumb to loves conventional dither has to be counted as one of the theatrical highlights of the year.