I saw a local, semi-pro, production of GRAND HOTEL just three weeks ago. I remember almost nothing of it. Without Tommy Tune's direction/choreography and Michael Jeter's performance, it doesn't inspire hate, even, but just a shrug.
CITY OF ANGELS has perhaps the best meeting of jazz and Broadway of any American musical. But the lyrics and music--especially the convoluted lyrics with their many, complicated puns, jokes, allusions to unmentioned cultural references, and the painful stabs at double-entendre, but also the music which attempts to find a note for all the extra verbiage--IS boring in the theater. Listening is so much work, one turns off after awhile.
The OBCR is sublime, however, because the music is genuinely gorgeous. It only gets better with repetition because, as with any pop album, one picks up the lyrics better after a number of playings.
The book, however and despite my admiration for the book writer, is mostly a collection of anti-Hollywood jokes we've all heard many, many times.
I'm not sure either needs a first-class revival, but everyone should have a copy of the CITY OF ANGELS OBCR.
Updated On: 5/5/19 at 01:42 AM