This past weekend I visited NYC to watch the Gonzaga/Duke basketball game and hang out with some friends who were driving or flying there from all over the country. Once the snowstorm blanketed the East Coast, only three out of the planned twelve people were able to get there (myself who wisely took the train; and my buddy Kyle and his girlfriend who flew in Friday night from Seattle).
If you are a loyal DSB reader, you also know that I am the “girlie” member of the crew here. As such, I love theater and rarely pass up an opportunity to see a Broadway show while in Manhattan and this trip wasn’t any different.
Minutes before the show started I was perusing the playbill and noticed the listings and small advertisements for current shows occupying four pages near the back of the program. Just like a movie poster, many of these ads use a quote from a review to hopefully increase the reader’s excitement for seeing that particular show…at least in theory that’s what it supposed to do. But what’s happening in practice is far from that.
What follows are the actual advertisements along with my thoughts after each one:
Fela! – “A show that melts walls!” The New York Times
Thankfully we no longer need to waste the S.W.A.T. team’s time, we can just send the acting troupe of Fela! out to every hostage situation. Maybe this quote makes sense if I had half of an idea what this show was about. Is it the coming of age story about a young, gay pyromaniac literally and figuratively trapped in his bedroom closet? How about the coming of age story about a young, gay Eskimo literally and figuratively trapped in a closet in his igloo?
Bye Bye Birdie – “A triumph of lovable silliness” Bloomberg News
I’m glad the producers of the show want me to waste over $100 for a ticket and three hours of my life to see John Stamos and Gina Gershon in something best described as “silliness”. It could be the only programming on my television and I wouldn’t even watch a made-for-TV movie that starred both of them, let alone buy a ticket for this craptastic revival. “Urge to kill…rising”
Rock of Ages – “Absurdly enjoyable!” The New York Times
So basically the critic from the NY Times is telling you that he liked it, but he couldn’t tell you one single reason why. This sounds like the same logic a 4-year old uses. I must admit I do love this phrase though…I’m going to start using it in everyday conversations.
“For lunch today I went to Taco Bell and I got their half-pound beef and bean burrito. I had flaming diarrhea for the last two hours because of their Grade F, dog food-like meat is probably tainted. But I still found it absurdly enjoyable!”
“I can’t believe I paid $20 for a lap dance with that stripper. She kept talking about her grandchildren, I could see her multiple C-section scars, and her boobs sag lower than her g-string. But I still found it absurdly enjoyable!”
The Understudy – “Pulverizingly funny!” The Wall Street Journal
Call me cynical, but I strongly doubt an off-Broadway show starring Mark-Paul Gosselaar made the WSJ critic laugh so hard until he spontaneously combusted.
After Miss Julie – “A toxic tango, sexy, dangerous & thrilling” Time Out New York
I feel cheated that during all of his time on “Dancing with the Stars” that Emmitt Smith was never able to elevate his tango from “contaminated” to “toxic”.
Superior Donuts – “A laugh-glazed delight from America’s favorite playwright.” WWOR-TV
Neil Simon wrote a new play? David Mamet? Edward Albee? August Wilson? Nope…apparently it’s Tracy Letts. Who? Exactly. And what about the phrase “laugh-glazed delight” makes any sense? I’m guessing it’s a comedy about donuts, but that’s like me saying Rent was a “urine-soaked, needle-in-the-arm tranny paradise of enchantment.”
Next to Normal – “It is much more than a feel-good musical. It is a feel-everything musical.” The New York Times
Apparently the woman next to me didn’t share this same view…hopefully the judge will agree with the NY Times on this one.
Wishful Drinking – “You’re going to like it. A lot.” The New York Times
This is a one woman show from a bloated Carrie Fisher sharing the story of her life for 90+ minutes. Trust me…I’m not going to like it. A lot.
Thanks for coming and suckling Daddy’s Sugar Ball…
Max Power