Home for the Holidays is one of the most inept shows I have EVER seen on a Broadway stage. It was an embarrassment not only for the performers, but also for the audiences members stuck watching this cringe-fest. To their credit, many fled throughout the last half hour of this 90 minute debacle.
Ooohhh...I'm listening...
The three reality show winners had ZERO charisma, ZERO chemistry with each other, and two out of the three of them also couldn't sing, which is pretty rough for a concert.
Yet given the casting, somehow still expected.
Bianca Ryan committed a hate crime against the English language by refusing to only sing vowels; she made up for this by also refusing to resist any run until the melody was completely obscured. She thought she was Mariah. She so, so badly wanted to be Mariah. But we can't always get what we want.
I can honestly say I have never wanted Mariah, much less anyone else to BE Mariah. When I Mariah, it's by accident and doesn't last long.
Josh Kaufman was stiff as a board and showed as much personality range as Lurch.
And somehow, Lurch STILL managed to be funny and interesting. He's definitely hotter than Josh Kaufman, that's fur shur.
Candice Glover can definitely sing, but it was like she was in the recording booth rather than in front of a live audience with whom she could interact.
Well, one out of...everything...is still better than nothing!
No one is credited with direction nor do I think anyone directed this mess. Songs ended and the singers walked off stage. No transitions.
Concert for the Twitterverse. You add transitions and the fidget spinners start coming out.
Song choice was also not a strong suit. No we do not need to hear all 14 verses of The First Noel riffed to high heaven. (Have you ever noticed that each verse of Christmas carol seems to get Jesus-ier and Jesus-ier? It wouldn't surprise me if there was some fundie/mega church money behind this thing.)
To be fair, you can't win American Factor X Idol without riffing at least half the song. It takes 14 verses before you get enough melody to know what they're supposed to be singing.
I did have several uncontrollable fits of laughter, especially when Danny Aiello claimed- with a straight face- that these were some of the greatest voices of a generation!
It's Johnny Cammareri! To be fair, it doesn't sound like he specified *which* generation, so in a sense, it could still be true. They might sound better than the first generation. Of mankind. Not like the sci-fi Adam & Eve Biblical folks (I bet they could sing their FACES off), but like the ones whose great-grandkids figured out fire and barbecue and bone-weapons and loincloths.
There's a sign out side that says start a new holiday tradition- well let me tell you, if the comatose audience tonight was any indication, this will be one very short lived tradition.
But it would tour like GANGBUSTERS. Celtic Woman needs to watch her back.
"What can you expect from a bunch of seitan worshippers?" - Reginald Tresilian
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