Those teeth! Bright, gleaming porcelain grins that deserve to be listed in the program as a special lighting effect.
Those dances! Herky-jerky struts with twisting hips and arms akimbo, all the more dazzling for being done in pressed black trousers and starched white shirts.
Those books! Of Mormon! Of Arnold! Those tales of treasure-finding, cross-country migration and frog-copulation miracle cures!
That faith! That overpowering passion! And, oh, what a mouth on this show!
"The Book of Mormon," in its third visit to Connecticut — and second to The Bushnell, through Sunday, Feb. 19 — retains its slickness, its sassiness, its casual cursing and its sense of...