After taking the theatrical ecstasy that was Lady Day and Hedwig on Saturday, I had to suffer through the suicide Tuesday that was The Anthem at the Lynn Redgrave Theatre.
It is the first show I have ever left at intermission. Ever.
It is devoid of redeemable qualities.
The attractive performers, god bless them, all have the dead eyes of the bartenders at Flaming Saddles as they go through their mandated dance routines.
It offers such lyrics as "the Temple of Mating / is for fornicating."
This has something to offend everyone's sensibilities.
"...everyone finally shut up, and the audience could enjoy the beginning of the Anatevka Pogram in peace."
Gee, if he (?) sees that post, he probably won't WANT you to go.
Kad....what a fabulous Saturday you must have had!
If we're not having fun, then why are we doing it?
These are DISCUSSION boards, not mutual admiration boards. Discussion only occurs when we are willing to hear what others are thinking, regardless of whether it is alignment to our own thoughts.
I really enjoyed this show a lot (as someone who enjoys sci-fi). Randy Jones from the Village People stars in it, along with a whole mix of other Broadway stars. There are aerialists climbing to the ceiling and swinging from ropes, catchy disco tunes, a disco ball, and performers who have strong powerful Broadway voices. And of course an interesting sci-fi plot by Ayn Rand as well. The sight gag later in Act II involving Randy Jones' entrance and a lyric from a Miley Cyrus song had me cracking up hysterically. The cast was very friendly and everyone stayed afterward in the lobby to chat. Don't just believe me - the show got a rave in the NY Times too (http://www.nytimes.com/2014/05/30/theater/a-spoofy-spin-on-ayn-rands-anthem.html). It runs 2 hours 30 minutes including the intermission.
I also saw this. It's hilariously awful and misguided. Knowing they had a decent thing with the aerial work, the director managed to insert an absurd number of numbers with people hanging onto anything they could find. See it just to answer the question: what's left that they can dangle off of?
I'm truly sorry I didn't see this thread until today because the original post would have totally cured my post-birthday hangover!
'The attractive performers, god bless them, all have the dead eyes of the bartenders at Flaming Saddles as they go through their mandated dance routines' may be the most wonderful sentence ever constructed 'round these here parts.