Simply putrid. I recently saw at least five NYMF shows which deserved an off-broadway run. Who financed this uninvolving, badly staged, 'all songs sound alike' dull mess? And who decided that mild-mannered Hunter Foster could project the angst to portray Victor Frankenstein? Special thanks to the production member who vigorously clapped and awoke me out of my curtain-call stupor.
**Dear Christiane Noll--i'll follow you anywhere. Yes, you've tested my patience but my adoration remains unwavering**
'The Devil be hitting me!'--Whitney Houston
Updated On: 10/22/07 at 12:16 PM