Schwartz’s songs for “Versailles” feel rewarmed and strangely impersonal. He hasn’t written a Broadway musical since “Wicked,” which launched Chenoweth’s glittering Glinda more than twenty years ago, and, despite flashes of his customary wit, something has happened to his gift for memorable melody. Luckily, he can still generate anthems that suit Chenoweth’s effortless technical precision. Just like Jackie, Chenoweth wears bright, va-va-voom dresses (Christian Cowan designed the clothes) and tucks a cloudlike Pomeranian under one arm. But the real Jackie is intriguingly spacey—Greenfield’s camera depicts her picking her way through her kids’ detritus as if in a baffled dream. Chenoweth has none of Jackie’s lassitude or doubt. She moves like a fighter, Scarlett O’Hara with Vaseline on her teeth.journey-inline-newsletterinline-newsletter