This musical is as charming as this summary might suggest, along with a somber undercurrent. Some of the village’s men have antiquated views of women, including their wives. Technically, DeBose acquits herself well — she can certainly navigate the twists and turns of “Meadowlark.” But while she can sing it, I did not feel Geneviève’s hesitation, the way she progressively talks herself into betting on Dominique, the wide range of emotions she experiences in a fairly short amount of time. It didn’t help that DeBose, perched on a balcony, kept defaulting to her megawatt smile, as if looking for the safety of charm.