Will Pavia

Halfway through the first act of this Broadway revival of Merrily We Roll Along, Daniel Radcliffe sits on the set of a television talk show and launches into a frenetic performance of the song Franklin Shepard, Inc. He sings, he shouts, he swivels and writhes in his chair, he imitates a telephone and the buzz of an intercom and the patter of Hollywood agents. He talks like a machinegun, he makes you laugh, he belts out a jazzy chorus, he fills the stage and he never leaves his chair. It’s the greatest thing in the show.