The problem was the play was just plain boring.  Although the stage was alive with a background of stunning AV screens there was nothing that the actors did or said that added anything.  There was no evolution of madness other than the cliché of sniffing cocaine.  It seemed like the director said, when in doubt let’s just mime snorting some drugs.  The dialogue fell flat.  I learned very little about the man or his take on art.  I really never felt for him and his wins or losses – who when his early suicide happens, I honestly was not moved.  

We only got to see a few of his pieces on stage.  Why didn’t we get to experience the “runway” and the true excitement of a fashion designer.  It is as if they took the most exciting moments of life story and just told us about those.  We witness the boring moments and hear about the exciting moments – odd choice, for sure!

And all the time I was there I FELT like I was at a play.  It just felt like an amateur play with a high tech budget.  It’s funny, but the women sitting next to me agreed that the best part of the show occurred off the lobby where there was a small museum of his actual dresses.