CATS! CATS! CATS! CATS! CATS! CATS! CATS! CATS! -- I hated it even before the show began, as all these cats swooped around my seat to set the mood. I was miserable from the point at which a cat rubbed against me and, seeing that I was not responding, stayed longer. I don't care who they cast in the movie...I am betting that it is going to be a mega-disaster.
Bullets Over Broadway -- I am sitting next to my wife, who is enjoying it, while I don't remember ever hating anything as much...except CATS! I should mention that my wife has seen Hello! Dolly! about 4 times in 40 years (including Merman, Channing twice, and Bette Midler); she recently told me that she is 'all Dollied out' and never wants to see it again. On top of that, she HATES She Loves Me, which means that I generally don't listen to her opinion in rare cases where she sees a show before me.
The Iceman Cometh at the Circle in the Square probably 40 years ago. It was agony. I was so bored out of my mind when it let out that I walked all the way back to my apartment in Washington Square Village, even though it was (as I remember) after midnight AND very cold ou; anything to combat the stupificationt. It was just a very bad production.
Marilyn -- the one at the Minskoff, not the different London version. It is really hard to describe just how bad it was.
Into the Woods -- I was so looking forward to this, when I saw the original production just after the glowing reviews came out. I loved the first, say, 10 minutes, liked the next 10 minutes, was bored by the next 20 minutes, disliked the next 20 minutes, and HATED the rest...main reason: the score, especially the constantly refrained title song. Since I am of the opinion that Sondheim has written at least 5 genuine masterpieces, this is boggling to me.
