Lights come up on an almost naked Cheyenne Jackson in the first scene, standing there buff, tattooed, pecs pumped, wearing a little suede bathing suit, which he soon takes off to reveal his 'SuperMan' briefs.... and yep, they're brief!!! I mean, come on... come on.... what more do you need?
When someone from the box office told me they had been selling lots of tickets to single men who wanted to sit up front, I suggested they pass out a kleenex with every ticket purchased.
Reminds me of a night at New World Stages years ago when EVIL DEAD was playing and the first three rows were sold as the 'Splatter Zone' since audience members might get covered with blood from the stage. A man came to the box office window, having just seen EVIL DEAD and wanted a ticket to the later performance of NAKED BOYS SINGING, playing in the same venue. But before buying the ticket, the man asked if he might be able to sit in the 'Splatter Zone.'
Guess what I'm trying to say is... whatever gets 'em into the theatre... all good.
Some is art and some ain't.
The number of people who will not see a show they don't want to see... is unlimited.
Oscar Hammerstein
