Nick Catucci

a new musical revue in which, to describe it as drily as it was conceived, four men perform 40 Beatles classics, chronologically - has an authenticity problem. It's not that the production...isn't authentic enough (although that's the simplest argument one could make). It's that it doesn't know whether it wants to be authentic or not...Let It Be does have some fun with the cultural monolith of the Beatles: Once we escape dour Liverpool, get past black-and-white Ed Sullivan, cruise through A Hard Day's Night and Shea Stadium, we land on the more wondrous shores of Sgt. Pepper, with the perfectly ridiculous costumes and plenty of psychedelic lightning and projections. Here the musical gorging becomes a visual feast, and the band-as-simulacrum suddenly feels appropriate. Still, they have got to get some better mustaches. B-