Frank Wildhorn's "Jekyll & Hyde" was never a subtle night of theater — more of a guilty, sexy pleasure, really, with high-wattage, hook-heavy power ballads that might not have had much of a connection to Robert Louis Stevenson's London (oh no!). But given the right voices and a couple of pre-show cocktails, Lucy and her naughty Mister Hyde surely could make you forget the mundanity of a long work week. I have l…
SOURCE: Chicago Tribune at 02:11AM on March 15, 2013