Had there been any doubt the comedic genius of Tina Fey couldn't carry into the Broadway stage, a brand new medium for its veteran comedy author of "Saturday Night Live" and"30 Rock," her crowd could have remained in their chairs as the cast of "Mean Girls" gave their own bows. Yet, since the point dawned with this Sunday's introduction of the comic new musical, all had climbed, and all eyes had fixed on Fey's triumphant transfer to Broadway.

However, a hefty weight stays on the shoulders of this show's creative team. They need to appease a generation of fans who climbed up quoting the picture's many punchlines and quips without staging the kind of prosaic and airless Broadway adaptation which has defined several film transfers lately (see this year's translation of Disney's "Frozen.") And next, they need to somehow reimagine and reinvigorate a cultural icon whose appearances and laughs resolutely live from the fauna and flora of all early-2000s humor.

"Mean Girls" successfully awakens both challenges.

The musical strides near enough to the picture's plots and gags to appease those lovers coming for recognizable mirth (yes, "She does not go here," "Danny DeVito that I really like your job," "You move, Glenn Coco," and "Fetch" all create expected looks ), without sacrificing innovation and energy on the altar of self-identity.

Its founders have worked tirelessly to imbue the creation with components of existence in 2018 that look natural and innately funny. Damian is adorned with frequently hilarious modern iconography of homosexual culture; he traces an Alyssa Edwards t-shirt that reads "Beast!" And the doorway to his bedroom has been coated with "Make America Gay Again" along with Beyonce posters. IPhones are glued into the palms of this show's obsessively snapchatting throw;" Keep Calm and Enjoy Calculus" hangs on the walls of Ms. Norbury's mathematics classroom; and cast members in drag regularly pops outfit scenes.

But maybe the musical's biggest achievement is that the consciousness that borrows from the humor and irreverence of Fey's writing. Even though "Mean Girls" is not any "Dear Evan Hansen"-heavy-hitter of adolescent existence in 2018 (and also to be clear, it is not trying to be) and while its obsessive try to sense modern may occasionally grow dull, Fey and her collaborators do well to contend with all the requirements of a #MeToo age in a series of female competition and competition, of high school boys and underage sex.

Trang Pak, the high schooler that makes-out with Coach Carr, is lacking in the burnt novel; Cady isn't only great at mathematics -- she aspires for a mathematician; Damian and Janis remind us pink associated with femininity is a build of Western culture; and if Cady makes the decision to play stupid in math course to woo Aaron Samuels, Janis retorts with "that shit always functions," putting the joke maybe not on Cady for enjoying dumb, but on Aaron for falling for this.