I would have had some more praise for Pasquale and the extraordinary lighting design, but I think Brantley's spot on otherwise. Glad to see some love for what worked, for it outweighs the shortcomings in the end. There's room for this on Broadway right now, hopefully they carve out their audience.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.