Mandy Patinkin. LOVE him as an actor. I don't get his singing.
I may get a lecture on his resume or entire pedigree, but Colm Wilkinson, though a great singer, has very annoying diction to me. It's like Sean Connery as Valjean. That very proper, closed jaw sounding enunciation irritates the hell out of me.
Granted my opinions are based on different things, few are ones based on live performances, as I'm not one who just sees Broadway shows in my spare time. I'm not an NYC brat. Nor one with oh so much experience in the theatre that I can write the book.
And of course Adam Lambert, but we all know how I feel about that screechy tranny mess. Still don't get him.
Not too fond of Constantine Maroulis, either. I don't get him. Never got Frenchie Davis either. But enough of reality rejects.
I love Ethel Merman, that clip of her singing to Fozzie was so sweet. And Patti doesn't annoy me, except when she tries an accent. She's grown on me, though.
I don't care for her Fantine, or Mrs. Lovett in the 2005 Revival of Sweeney Todd (I prefer her 2001 concert performance). But since it's an either/or thing, love her or hate her, I love her.
I also don't get Marty Thomas. Or Nick Adams. Or Craig Bierko.
And I don't get Sarah Brightman, when she's singing musical theatre music. I do love "Harem" though.
I don't WANT to live in what they call "a certain way." In the first place I'd be no good at it and besides that I don't want to be identified with any one class of people. I want to live every whichway, among all kinds---and know them---and understand them---and love them---THAT's what I want! - Philip Barry (Holiday)