Over at TONY, there are some Fringe festival reviews, tied into the cover story on race in NYC. Also, my review of the supremely bland revival of Grease. A fourth-rate revival of third-rate kitsch, miscast and toothless. Painful is the word. Teaser quote:
Perhaps you’re wondering which is worse: Grease the reality-TV talent competition or Grease the Broadway revival? Considering that the stage show didn’t cause spontaneous bleeding from my eyeballs, I guess the technical winner is the live option. But it’s live only in the sense that Victor Frankenstein might use. At least the small-screen abomination had commercial breaks, so I could mop up the blood. To change channels at the desperate, synthetic bore on display at the Brooks Atkinson, your only hope is a self-induced coma or cataleptic fit.
"In closing: If you ever catch me issuing such vapid, flatulent dicti, kick me in my fat ass.
Unless, of course, I’m putting my personal stank on a genuine FAWA."
Should we kick your fat ass *especially* when you'd put your personal stank on a genuine FAWA? Me confused.
Posted by: cgeye | August 27, 2007 at 02:14 PM
I think you meant to put this comment after the above post. The kicker to my post, about fat-ass-kicking, was ironic. I may write like a pompous ass now and, but I try not to take myself too seriously.
Posted by: David Cote | August 27, 2007 at 03:31 PM