Two things happen every single time we see Andy Mientus in anything.
- We spend the entire show completely unable to pay attention to anything or anyone else when he is on stage.
- We spend hours—HOURS—gushing about him afterward.
He’s seriously the most compelling young Broadway actor we can even think of. Which is amazing, because by our calculation, he’s never actually set foot on the Broadway stage. We’ve seen him in a NYMF musical, cabaret shows, and the about-to-open off-Broadway revival of Carrie, yet never on the Great White Way.
Well, we’re telling you now, the countdown is on. This kid is going to be a star.
Because he’s cute as hell. Like that quiet, smart boy in your algebra class whose hand you wanted so badly to hold forever. And he’s got IT—you know, that thing that makes it impossible to take your eyes off of him, that makes you feel like you’re the only person in the room when his eyes are on you. And he can sing like a motherfucker. And he gives off this amazing air of certainty. Like you should trust him, like he’s the only person anywhere who knows what’s going on and what to do next. Plus, have we mentioned he’s cute as hell? Because he’s swoon-worthy, giggle-inducing good looking and that shit is important in the theater. Just ask Patrick Wilson.
So keep an eye out. And maybe go see Carrie, you know, so in five minutes when he’s super famous you can be that snob who says you “knew him when…”