This David C. Nichols, the LA Times critic or blogger, is the most pretentious thing I've read in a long time:
weaving her sandpaper Sprechstimme
around Sondheim's lyrics to wryly irresistible, post-Noel Coward effect In one sentence he invokes Bertolt Brecht AND Noel Coward! (Excuse me, "Post Noel Coward.")
And what the hell is "wryly irrestible" anyway? Who's on wry? The resister or the resistee?
The next sentence seems to randomly assign fussy modifiers with wrongly used cliches. Watch how he combines all the words in boldface in one sentence:
She followed up that droll insouciance with a jaw-dropping coup: a starkly visceral take on "Rose's Turn" from "Gypsy" that brought the id of that classic into electrifying bas-relief. That's one starkly visceral, jaw-droppingly insouciant sentence!
Where do I even begin to pick that apart? Am I the only one who never knew that "Rose's Turn" had...an id? What does it look like in bas-relief?
And does anyone here still wear...an id?
And I bet musical director Rob Bowman has bever been called "the fulcrum of a swank six-piece combo" before.
I'm not sure, but I think "upped-ante song reboot" means she started the song all over again. In case you were wondering.
And remember kids: Whenever the word "moxie" doesn't have enough moxie for ya, ya can always call it "tightrope-walking moxie"...because walking a tightrope always makes things moxier.
And never use one word when you can use two: It's not "veneration but "genuine veneration," not "ad libs" but "sassy ad libs,"not "elegiac" but "quietly elegiac"--and don't forget that "Love Is in the Air" is "dove-toned."
But he saves the best for the last: Not only does David C. Nichols call Elaine a "
diseuse," he calls her an "ever-infectious diseuse."
Updated On: 5/21/12 at 02:15 PM