...I'd recommend it, is the thing. Boop is a badly written show, yes, but unlike most shows of which this is true it is bad in a fascinating way. Most shows, when they are bad, engender questions like "Why did they think this joke was funny? Why does this character do something illogical? Why would a Broadway producer make a huge speech about representation as a way to fire a star and then get stopped immediately from firing said star by way of contractual obligation that she absolutely would have known about, and in fact that wouldn't that contract be considered void given that said star deliberately missed an invited dress rehearsal for no reason? ...sorry, I really didn't like SMASH.
But BOOP is bad in a way that kind of defies convention. It's badness is weird bad. It's panache bad. It's badness engenders questions like "if this is a show about Betty Boop why are we focused on the mayoral race for New York City?" Or "Okay they had to KNOWINGLY cast Faith Prince in a role that required her to sing about psychomatic cold symptoms caused by love, right?" or "Wait, does this take place in some kind of alternate universe where everyone has incredible nostalgia for Betty Boop or is my lived experience that neither I nor anyone I know has ever seen a Betty Boop cartoon wildly and mystifyingly limited?"
On top of that, the show is wildly and genuinely entertaining despite it's badness. Jasmine Rogers is incredibly talented - I wish her a long and storied career. Erich Bergen steals every second of stage time he has. Philip Huber is one of the greatest puppeteers working today. Ainsley Melham is an incredible singer and performer; I'm looking forward to seeing more for him. And while Buena Vista Social Club had my vote for choreography, Jerry Mitchell is providing the best jazz and tap work currently on Broadway. The opening number is genuinely great and the act two opener is, for all of the clunkiness of it's songwriting, an instant classic because of the clever staging.
I sometimes like to compare Broadway shows to dining experience. I have been known, for example, to call Moulin Rogue the theatrical equivalent of a bag of Flaming Hot Cheetos. Maybe Happy Ending would be a perfectly delicious, filling, warming, bowl of soup. Death Becomes Her a pizza and wings combo from your favorite neighborhood place that is a little greasy but improves with every bite. Smash is dining at the Olive Garden - you'd rather be at a real restaurant but hey, free breadsticks. Gypsy is a steak at a fine restuarant where something about the dish is slightly off - maybe the wine pairing isn't great, maybe the sides are overcooked, but the steak itself is wonderful. Sunset Blvd is a tasting menu at a gastropub in the Meatpacking District where half of the menu is absolutely delicious and the other half makes you realize the chef hates you, the concept of eating, and thinks anyone who enjoys food is a dithering moron. Boop is like one of those trendy milkshakes you see on Instagram that is covered in so many toppings and desert items (sprinkles, chocolate drizzle, a full Belgian waffle sticking out of the top) that it is almost impossible to actually consume, but it is sugary and tasty even if it makes you crash 20 minutes later.