For South Pacific to really work on stage, there has to be a sensuality underneath everything we see, offsetting the material's basically square point of view and once groundbreaking but now largely meaningless social conscience. After all, the characters are all stuck together on an extremely hot tropical island - but there's no sense of heat or sweat here, and even though the sailors mime sexual frustration during their big "There is Nothin' Like a Dame" number, their blocked libido is treated with bloodless, intelligent good taste. There's no danger lurking in the setting and the songs, as there should be; everything is well thought out but basically uninspired, down to the clearly regimented blocking, which keeps the performers straight-jacketed into "the right choice" for each moment.