Photo: Joan Marcus
We were pretty excited to see the Public Theater revival of Hair in Central Park. After all, a lot of its songs about astrology and the deliciousness of black men are still relevant and catchy, and who doesn’t want to see naked people sing about the draft? And yet, as we watched ersatz hippies crawl out from the trees behind the stage, we couldn’t help but feel like we’d seen this spectacle before. The shaggy ensemble, the sparse plot, the mysticism, the hubris: It was all creepily familiar. And then it occurred to us: Isn’t Hair just Cats with hippies? After the jump, a hair-to-fur analysis. –Julie Klausner
Photos: Getty Images (Cats); Joan Marcus (Hair)Is ‘Hair’ Just ‘Cats’ With Hippies?