It was a musical, and only one character could sort of carry a pitch. I wonder, how hard would it have been to find someone in the city that actually sing . . Just open the front door and grab anyone from the street and they could’ve done better than this.
The show had no program. We were informed on entering that they didn’t get around to this yet. That should’ve been an omen . . . that should’ve been an omen . . . that was an omen.
They had a puppet in the show that was controlled by two rods for hands. That part makes sense. What didn’t make sense was that no one bothered to use those two controls so the puppet just dragged lifelessly on and no with no one even bothering to manipulate its mouth. Here was a mannequin with no one working behind it. I wonder which was the bigger dummy.
The lead in this show, we were told, quit the show just a day or two earlier. It is likely that he “saw” what a mess he was getting into the show and had some lightbulb of common sense go off inside of his head. I wish that this was the only problem the show suffered from.
The young romantic lead in the show was played by an actor who had a large receding hairline and was working with a comb-over. Now come on, how hard would it be to find a young romantic lead that was actually good looking in the city of New York. Just open the door and grab the first actor you could find walking the streets. And you would’ve done better than this.
They used a lot of adult language and tried to use as much sexual imagery as they possibly could – but even that didn’t lead the show to anywhere except more confusion and exploitation. This writer just didn’t know where she was going.
I thought that perhaps the musical would’ve meant more to people who were real fans of the movie series, but after the show it was clear that even if you were an ardent fan you were left confused by this mess of a musical.
There was only one aisle way to get in and out of the auditorium itself. And in the auditorium the Director paced up and down during the show often at the distraction of what was not happening on the stage. It made it very difficult to contemplate leaving the show. I’m sure he would’ve tackled you down as you left.
Honest to God it was so loud. They yelled and yelled. Why must everything that is so bad be so loud? Volume does not make something better.
If the show was meant to torture the audience, it succeeded. Boy did it succeed.
