I first saw this show in NYC, with Jefferson Mays. That was a couple of years ago, so I remember little in the way of telling details (save for Mays' incredible projectile spitting, which I am finding that I, myself, may have a talent for... ugh). But, I do remember being breath-taken by Mays' virtuosity, and by the real pathos of Charlotta that came through.
I was very much looking forward to Wade McCollum's version, since I'm a fan of his actor intelligence, as well as his great craftsmanship and powers of mimicry. But, he didn't work for me--not quite--as Charlotta. He didn't convince me. I didn't fully care about Charlotta. She remained too much a blank. Friends have said they think the problem is in the script, since there is no evolution of character, in it. I'm not sure about that. Even if Charlotta doesn't grow, I find that my view of her does grow increasingly sympathetic through the show as she is revealed to be (possibly) more morally ambiguous than she first appears. I know that I walked out of the NYC production feeling like I'd come closer to understanding the tight-rope that anyone must walk when living in a totalitarian society. I didn't come out with that feeling after this production. This time, I felt more distracted by the gender stuff, which is window dressing, to some degree. I think perhaps McCollum is a few years shy of being mature enough for the part, but I don't know. Michael Mendelson would have been great in the role.
The PCS production is, dare I say, pedestrian.