Rocky Horror could, but not successfully; it flopped both times round. And I can't imagine that Bat, struggling as it is to sell full-price tickets at City Center, would be able to weather the same commercial reception on Broadway.
As for what I thought, sorry to disillusion you, ggersten, but I actually wasn't there; a friend caught the picture of Meat a couple rows behind her, and I've never been able to resist telling a story even if it's not my own. :P Poor guy, quite a downgrade from the royal box he got in London, but he (and his guitarist/musical director/producer, Paul Crook, who came along) seems to have had a swell time nonetheless. (Was that Michael Cohl and his wife a row behind them? I've only seen Michael a couple times, but in one of the videos, it looked like him.)
Some people might have already guessed this from the things I said in this thread, but I'm not coming to see Bat while it's in town. Everything I've seen and heard to date has told me I would have zero interest in what's on that stage. Naturally, some explanation is in order.
Jim Steinman's bio in the Playbill -- or program, whatever you want to call it -- says this show is the culmination of a 50-year dream. And I mean, any seasoned Steinman fan knows that's sort of true. This rock adaptation of Brecht's Baal became The Dream Engine 50 years ago, evolving over time into Neverland, the proposed film Bat Out of Hell 2100, and now Bat itself. We've heard Jim expound on variations of this concept for decades. We've read earlier drafts (click each of those links), we've listened to the music from each version, we've observed countless interviews where he explains how the DNA of this idea is embedded in every song he's ever written. And then, in 2016, this is what came out, and it didn't much improve in the time since.
To people who expected that when the final product came to life, there'd be some great understanding; that everything would finally be illuminated in the light in which it was meant to be seen; that people would hear these songs and not regard them as a guilty pleasure, but finally understand where it all came from, the method to Jim's madness; who hoped he'd finally be properly appreciated for his art; who wouldn't be content to settle for people once again coming out humming the score, but dismissing the plot and saying the show's more fun if you turn off your brain and don't try to dissect it or expect more substance from it than there is... this was a disappointment. And I'm not going to pretend this rock concert masquerading as a revue isn't a frustrating letdown, just because Jim seems to have settled for it. If this was his dream, I feel maybe he should have taken the advice of "Paradise..." and slept on it before giving us the answer in the morning.
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