Just for fun, I'll post a few. Critics often do their best writing with bad shows.
Talkin Broadway:
"New Yorkers lead notoriously busy lives, and dedicated theatergoers even busier ones. If you're finding time too scarce to take care of tasks too minor or mundane for your lunch hour, or that require less noise and movement than a typical subway ride, the opportunity you've been looking for has at long last arrived: In The Wings.
Yes, Stewart F. Lane's new play at the Promenade is that rare, exquisite chance to grab two hours of serenity in an almost perfectly silent, well-mannered environment. The play's running time has been perfectly apportioned to allow you to finish paying your monthly bills, complete that crossword puzzle you haven't had time for, or just steal a nap before a busy evening.
Lane, director Jeremy Dobrish, and four of the production's five actors all do their share to contribute to a laid-back atmosphere more reminiscent of a library in 1950 than a New York apartment in 1977, the show's specified setting. (The scenic design, appropriately kitschy, is by William Barclay.) Sadly, someone forgot to tell Marilyn Sokol that eliciting laughter is discouraged, and that nothing exciting - or even moderately interesting - should ever happen onstage; her appearances, albeit infrequent, suggest that she's on hand to entertain people. In other words, she's in the wrong theater."
Broadway.com:
"Theater buffs who are still kicking themselves because they missed the infamous Moose Murders now have a chance to see another unbelievably unfunny comedy: Stewart F. Lane's In the Wings. Lane is a Tony-winning producer (Thoroughly Modern Millie, La Cage aux Folles) and part-time playwright. Based on the evidence here, Lane should stick to producing.
He has attempted to write a romantic comedy/farce/backstage play. It fails as all three.
The script sinks to lower lows with its dirty jokes. When Melinda doesn't have time for dinner, Steve says, "I'll save the candles; my wick will have to wait."
Even the intentionally rotten musical numbers from I Married a Communist aren't funny. Perhaps that's because the clueless comedy surrounding them is just as amateurish. Scolari does wring a few chuckles out of a rap number, but the play is set in 1977--well before rap was mainstream.
The period does allow for cute vintage costumes by Mattie Ullrich and a nice disco-era set by William Barclay. Still, it's a bad sign for a comedy when the set and costumes get most of the laughs.
As for the five actors, the only one who emerges somewhat unscathed from this fiasco is Sokol. Wearing a big fur coat, gaudy dresses and oversize earrings, she injects a little life into the sorry proceedings. As for Scolari, he is, well, loud. The three younger actors should leave this off their resumes and pray that it's quickly forgotten.
http://www.talkinbroadway.com/ob/09_28_05.html http://www.broadway.com/gen/Buzz_Story.aspx?ci=518669
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