For anyone weary of pedestrian screen-to-stage adaptations or cut-and-paste jukebox assemblies, the arrival on Broadway of a truly original new musical like "Spring Awakening" is exhilarating. Seven years after it was first workshopped, Duncan Sheik and Steven Sater's artful reinterpretation of the 1891 German Expressionist drama has deepened considerably.

For anyone weary of pedestrian screen-to-stage adaptations or cut-and-paste jukebox assemblies, the arrival on Broadway of a truly original new musical like “Spring Awakening” is exhilarating. Seven years after it was first workshopped, Duncan Sheik and Steven Sater’s artful reinterpretation of the 1891 German Expressionist drama has deepened considerably. The show’s long evolution and further fine-tuning since its hit run at Off Broadway’s Atlantic Theater early this summer have amplified its resonance, adding texture and poignancy. It captures the dangerous anxiety of youth standing on the precipice of adulthood with transfixing honesty.

It’s hard to do adolescent angst without a degree of phoniness, but integrity and a refusal to condescend are arguably the primary achievements of Michael Mayer’s striking production. Where “Rent” now seems hampered by bad-ass, living-on-the-edge posturing, “Spring Awakening” has an authenticity that connects the show directly to the generation being depicted. Getting that generation — not a prime theatergoing demographic — to pay Broadway prices will be the major marketing challenge.

Sater’s book and lyrics seem to capture from within the uniquely teenage feeling that every emotion is the most tempestuous, frightening, passionate or exciting one ever experienced. Factor in Sheik’s melodic alt-rock score, which shifts easefully between dreamy and driving modes, Mayer’s highly physical direction, choreographer Bill T. Jones’ convulsive movement and some of the richest, most full-bodied ensemble singing heard on Broadway in a long time, and you have a show that bristles with rawness, vitality and urgency.

What makes the musical so distinctive is its audacious balancing act between period drama and contemporary edge. The smart central conceit is to remain largely faithful in book scenes to Frank Wedekind’s original text and its starchy language. However, musical numbers reveal inner voices that are distinctly modern. It’s disconcerting at first when 19th-century European schoolkids whip out hand mics from under their jackets and start belting out rock songs. But it’s a savvy, energizing device to explore the incongruity between appearances ruled by convention and expectation and the characters’ churning, angry secret selves.

Wedekind’s play remains startlingly frank in dealing with sexual initiation, masturbation, teen pregnancy, abortion, homosexuality and incest, subject matter that has enduring currency.

Despite the natural shift into a more poetic idiom that adaptation into a musical entails, Sater has maintained, even heightened, the original text’s stinging candor, as has Mayer’s bold staging. And while Sater’s lyrics tend at times to stray toward purple, prosaic vagueness, they fit the scenario. Who can afford to indulge in gooey self-expression if not romantic 14-year-olds?

Since the shift from the Atlantic, Mayer has ratcheted up the comedy in the opening scenes, particularly from doomed problem pupil Moritz (John Gallagher Jr.) and the various adult authority figures (Christine Estabrook, Stephen Spinella), recast for Broadway. The choice grates at first but it allows the drama to build in different directions, gathering layers of melancholy that crescendo into piercing sorrow in the second act before segueing into an ending that slides gracefully from tragedy to hope and possibility. The show now seems both more haunting and more uplifting.

The young cast all have grown more fully into their roles, ably led by Jonathan Groff as self-possessed progressive radical Melchior, Lea Michele as vulnerable, questioning Wendla and Gallagher as confused Moritz.

The peripheral characters have new depth, too, especially the boys. The perilously unbalanced romance between timid, fragile Ernst (Gideon Glick) and arrogant Hanschen (Jonathan B. Wright) treads a delicate line between comedy and pathos. On the distaff side, Lilli Cooper’s Martha and Lauren Pritchard’s Ilse, both damaged in different ways, make profound impressions. They also get one of the show’s most lacerat-ing songs, “The Dark I Know Well,” detailing the abuse they have suffered with visceral rocker-chick attitude.

While they veer toward arch caricature as the monstrous schoolteachers, Estabrook and Spinella both improve on their predecessors in the roles. They each have penetrating moments, Estabrook as Melchior’s liberal-minded mother cornered into acting against her son, and Spinella as Moritz’s strict father during an intensely moving funeral scene paired with the beautiful song “Left Behind.”

Designer Christine Jones has negotiated the move into a larger space with superb results, the rear brick wall littered with bric-a-brac denoting male and female emblems. A centerstage section is cleverly adapted to sink into an open grave or be elevated in the play’s pivotal scene to become the hayloft .

The captivating experiment that started at the Atlantic of having lateral banks of onstage audience seating has been repeated, now with four additional singers sitting among them for extra vocal robustness. (The crystalline sound allows for serious volume without impeding comprehension of the lyrics.) The construction of downstage steps over the orchestra pit eliminates further distance between audience and players, enhancing the show’s immediacy.

Of the production’s many arresting attributes, perhaps the most gorgeous is Kevin Adam’s lighting, a hypnotic, messy jumble of neon tubes and geometric shapes, hanging bulbs, sharp-edged beams and twinkling colors. A cascade of cerulean lights during “The Mirror-Blue Night” is magical.

This strange, beguiling show is by no means flawless, but with subtle, nurturing changes, the creative team and cast have fashioned an already seductive work into something even more lovely and lyrical.

Spring Awakening

Eugene O'Neill Theater; 1,107 seats; $111.25 top

Production

An Ira Pittelman, Tom Hulce, Jeffrey Richards, Jerry Frankel, Atlantic Theater Company, Jeffrey Sine, Freddy DeMann, Max Cooper, Mort Swinsky, Cindy and Jay Gutterman, Joe McGinnis, Judith Ann Abrams, ZenDog Prods., Car Jac Prods., Aron Bergson Prods., Jennifer Manocherian, Ted Snowdon, Harold Thau, Terry Schnuck, Cold Spring Prods., Amanda Dubois, Elizabeth Eynon Wetherell, Jennifer Maloney, Tamara Tunie, Joe Cilibrasi, StyleFour Prods. presentation of a musical in two acts, with music by Duncan Sheik, book and lyrics by Steven Sater, based on the play by Frank Wedekind. Directed by Michael Mayer. Music director, Kimberly Grigsby. Choreography, Bill T. Jones.

Crew

Set, Christine Jones; costumes, Susan Hilferty; lighting, Kevin Adams; sound, Brian Ronan; orchestrations, Sheik; vocal arrangements, AnnMarie Milazzo; additional arrangements, Simon Hale; music coordinator, Michael Keller; fight direction, J. David Brimmer; technical supervisor, Neil A. Mazzella; production stage manager, Heather Cousens. Opened Dec. 10, 2006. Reviewed Dec. 7. Running time: 2 HOURS, 15 MIN.

With

Wendla - Lea Michele Adult Women - Christine Estabrook Martha - Lilli Cooper Ilse - Lauren Pritchard Anna - Phoebe Strole Thea - Remy Zaken Adult Men - Stephen Spinella Otto - Brian Charles Johnson Hanschen - Jonathan B. Wright Ernst - Gideon Glick Georg - Skylar Astin Moritz - John Gallagher Jr. Melchior - Jonathan Groff
With: Gerard Canonico, Jennifer Damiano, Robert Hager, Krysta Rodriguez.

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