Some Enchanted Evenings: An Evening With Patti LuPone and Mandy Patinkin Is an Overwhelming Joyous, Intimate Affair

But the agreeable Mr. Gross’s hugeness in Canada notwithstanding, Ms. Cattrall, the Sex and the City star, is no doubt the reason this show has returned to Broadway so soon. (The production has previously run successfully in London and Toronto.)

The good news is that she’s fantastic—funny, elegant and totally game. Director Richard Eyre presents the play as a lighthearted romp, a comedy bordering on farce—with Mr. Rickman, as you can imagine, it was something a touch less weightless—and Ms. Cattrall, who enters wrapped in a towel and a tan that would make Kristin Chenoweth jealous, keeps her poise, class and facility with Coward’s arch dialogue, whether she’s towel-clad, door-slamming or hurling herself dramatically onto an art-nouveau daybed.

“You mustn’t be serious, my dear one, it’s just what they want,” Elyot tells Amanda at one point, articulating what amounts to his credo: to be perpetually flippant. It’s a different way of looking at life and love—that it’s all one big joke. On the evidence of this flip, fleet, and fun production, that seems an excellent plan.