I don't want to say, because I feel bad talking crap about anything in this economy, plus it's currently in previews at New World Stages (a big hint), plus... actually, that's it. And, in retrospect, I can definitely name things about the production I liked, which is SOMETHING, and it's not like my bad review will stop the hordes of New Jerseyans from going and hearing themselves mocked ineptly, so I won't say anything more than that I walked out of there so shell-shocked I a. was driven to drink and b. literally wished I had brought my lighter so I could burn my Playbill.
"Why, I make more money than... than... than Calvin Coolidge! PUT TOGETHER!"
~Lina Lamont
My name wasn't, isn't, and will never be Scott.