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With tongues firmly in cheek, eight talented performers cheerfully dance and croon their way through fifteen skits celebrating the joys of being in the buff. Since its debut at the Actors Playhouse in 1999, Naked Boys Singing! has bounced around a number of Manhattan venues, and shifted its target audience from gay men to bachelorette parties along the way. Essentially an old-fashioned, good-humored revue (albeit one with full-frontal male nudity), the show's only connective tissue is the undress of its characters: There's a saucy bare-bottomed housecleaner; a country-singing Playgirl centerfold; and a chef-hatted chorus holding cleavers while belting out "I beat my meat." Not the most subtle of jokes, perhaps, but the cast's obvious enthusiasm is infectious enough to entertain, if not exactly liberate, a less-than-packed house of buttoned-up playgoers. The production's only real misfire is a recurring lovelorn ballad in which two strangers strip for each other while flirting from inside facing apartment buildings, a scenario that plays as strangely serious for this otherwise lighthearted affair. — Leaya Lee