Kazee, an actor of great integrity, has the tough job of keeping up with all of Barks’ energy, coupled with the challenges of playing an emasculated character who, in a nod to the tenor of times, is written (by the savvy screenwriter J.F. Lawton and the late writer-director Garry Marshall) as far too depressed to ever rescue anybody. That all has gone too far for this kind of show. Although he has nary a moment of inauthenticity, Kazee needs to perk up, sex it up, charm it up, take off his shirt, emote less and smile more; he’s a corporate raider with issues, not a melancholy adjunct history teacher, for goodness sake. At the Oriental Theatre, you could feel how much the core demographic of fun-seeking women out with women, clearly fans who fondly recall the film, wanted to love him in all the shady ways. They won’t leave happy otherwise.