If you really can go back in time, things might get pretty cringe. Just ask Marty McFly (Caden Brauch).
Time traveling to 1955 in “Back to the Future: The Musical,” he meets his mom, Lorraine Baines (Zan Berube), as a high schooler who’s modern and horny. And, urp, she has the hots for him.
Of course, Marty knows more about her than she does about him in this flashback, so he keeps his focus on his only mission: ensuring that Lorraine and George McFly (Burke Swanson), his father, get together.
Director John Rando’s raucous production of “Future,” which opened Tuesday at Minneapolis’ Orpheum Theatre, captures the comic spirit of the 1985 film with Brauch energetically inhabiting the Michael J. Fox role. The actor is tightly wound but releases his pressured coils for comic effect.
Adapted by Bob Gale from the screenplay he did with Robert Zemeckis and with songs by Alan Silvestri and Glen Ballard, this “Future” takes the beloved story in an entirely new medium but is not always successful musically.
Specifically, the big introductory number, “It’s Only a Matter of Time,” in which Marty talks about his rock and roll dreams, mostly sounds like a bunch of noise.
But “Future” finds its footing after that inauspicious beginning, dwelling in the tumult of high school and assumes that adulthood is just a long playing out of the dramas and fripperies of that growth period. This is best manifested in the roles of meathead bully Biff (Ethan Rogers) and George, a wimpy, meek dweeb. As George, Swanson finds some funny, antic physicality that recalls Jim Carrey.
The show is a time capsule of ‘80s and ‘50s fashions, nodding to touchstones, including MTV and Lycra leotards on the one hand and asbestos and plutonium on the other.