Entertainment

Musical’s a Shirelles thing

Get ready for the Jersey Girls.

A jukebox musical about the Shi relles called, naturally, “Baby, It’s You” will open in the spring at the Broadhurst.

The nostalgia-dripping show is aimed squarely at that army of baby boomers for whom the words “tonight you’re mine completely/you give your love so sweetly” will open the floodgates of memory.

Which is to say — sleeper hit.

This is the same crowd that’s kept “Jersey Boys” chugging around the world for five years, with box-office receipts totaling $1 billion.

“Baby, It’s You” comes from the Pasadena Playhouse, where it opened last year to mixed reviews. Critics had the usual complaints about the book — thin, choppy, predictable — but noted that the songs are so infectious, you can’t help but smile and sing along.

(I’m snappin’ my fingers to “I Met Him on a Sunday” this very minute.)

The musical tells the story of Florence Greenberg, a housewife from Passaic, NJ, who discovered the Shirelles singing at her daughter’s high school. Greenberg became their manager and eventually created a recording empire.

Beth Leavel, who was a lot of fun a few seasons back in “The Drowsy Chaperone,” is in negotiations to play Greenberg.

But what’s really got me excited about “Baby, It’s You” is the book writer — the eccentric and irascible Floyd Mutrux.

Dedicated readers of this column (hello, Mom and Dad) will recall that Mutrux also created “Million Dollar Quartet” — and then sued his producers for cutting him out of the Broadway production.

Those producers included Hyatt hotel heiress Gigi Pritzker and her sidekick, Ted Rawlins.

When I asked Mutrux about the feud, he said: “I’m not pissed off at anybody anymore, but if you mention Ted Rawlins in your column, please try to misspell his name. Oops. Sorry. That just slipped out.”

I regret to say that, so far, Mutrux is behaving himself on “Baby, It’s You,” even though Sheldon Epps has replaced him as director.

Still, to quote the Shirelles, “a last-minute miracle is all I can hope for.”

Sue ’em, Floyd!

I’M getting e-mails accusing me of being the hacker who’s shut down All That Chat, the theater site on which I’ve been called “a sad little man,” “Addison De-Halfwit” and “an anorexic Pillsbury Dough Boy.”

Nice to know one has fans.

But listen. I have a flip cellphone and still pay $25 a month for my AOL e-mail account.

I may be a hack, but I’m certainly not a hacker.

Some have speculated that the culprits are the producers of “Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark,” which comes in for a daily drubbing.

But Ann Miner, who runs the site, dismisses such talk.

“I think the producers of ‘Spider-Man’ have other things to do,” she says dryly.

Her candidate is some poster, as yet unknown, who wrote something incendiary and got thrown off the site.

“People really get angry when we do that,” she says. “But at this point there is no indication of the hacker’s identity.”

Miner says All That Chat is running anti-virus programs and installing a security system.

She expects the site to be up today.

I’ll read it and weep.

michael.riedel@nypost.com