There’s something about the genius of Cole Porter that, even in a modern world energized by such contemporary musicals as Next to Normal, Spring Awakening and Urinetown, raises his overworked sappy classics from corny to sublime. Unlike Rogers and Hammerstein’s real good clambakes and corn as high as an elephant’s eye, the smartness of Porter’s words and music, although chockfull of the snappy-patter and the usual silly Edward Everett Horton-y shenanigans of the time in which they were created, still hold up despite being part of the era before musical comedy gratefully evolved into musical theatre.