There are things that everyone knows about Mike Tyson. The weird stuff. The frightening stuff. The flat-out insane stuff. The stuff of legends. Holyfield’s ear. Years of domestic strife. Bouts of volatility and violence (an occupational hazard, perhaps).That face tattoo. But there’s also other stuff. Like an inexplicable fondness for pigeons, the most common bird in the aviary hierarchy. You’d have guessed maybe peacocks. Or bald freaking eagles. But no, Iron Mike loves pigeons. He also loves theater. All kinds of theater.
If your eyes roll at the thought of a 60-year-old, two-time Olympic gymnast playing Peter Pan, the boy who refused to grow up, in a mammoth, Broadway-style musical you wouldn’t be alone. But don’t let your cynicism (or mine) keep you from enjoying this magical theatrical experience.
The minute Cathy Rigby’s Peter Pan flies into the open windows of the Darling family home, it’s clear this is no run-of-the-mill adaptation of J.M. Barrie’s classic tale. Rigby, the first American woman to win a medal in World Gymnastics competition, still flips, floats and tumbles like a teen. She also sings like a Tony-nominated musical theater vet while maintaining the tough, yet vulnerable demeanor of a young boy.