As I stated before, I disagree with Michael Feingold all of the time, but that doesn't matter to me at all. He's still far and away the best critic working the New York theatre because his opinions are arrived at from a deep and thorough knowledge and understanding of the artform. He knows exactly what he's talking about and is a pleasure to read because of that. And I can read one of his reviews and because he's generally so thorough in his analysis, I can decide for myself whether the show sounds like something I want to see or not, regardless of his opinion of it. We can disagree on the subjective points of a particular production, yet even when we do, I find his opinion invaluable.
On the contrary, Brantley often DOESN'T know what he's talking about or what he's listening to and because of that I can't trust his opinion on anything. Yes, I agree with his opinions sometimes, but that's irrelevant. His ignorance of music theory and composition, for one, is scandalous for a man who is the single most powerful voice in the American Theatre. He is the only critic who can close a show or keep it from moving from off-Broadway to on- and there are several terrific and innovative and groundbreaking shows over the years that were poised to move to Broadway (of for a commercial run off-), but when he just didn't "get" it and gave it a mixed or bad review, plans for the move were cancelled and the show closed prematurely.
Compare him to someone like Frank Rich, who not only DID have the ability to recognize when a new, important work had come along, but would use the power of the Times to support it. Rich was one of the very few critics to hail Sunday in the Park with George as a masterpiece (it got mixed to negative reviews from most critics, many of whom are the same idiots who are still working today) and he not only raved about it in his initial review, but then, when it was clear the show was struggling at the box office and in danger of closing, had periodic feature stories written about it in the Times, each of which caused a bump in ticket sales and allowed the show to sustain itself through a decent run. Had it not been for him, Sunday very likely would have closed within a month or two of opening (and had it been yet another massive flop for Sondheim, who knows whether Into the Woods would have even happened -- financing would have been hard to come by).
There are several other examples where Rich was nearly alone in praising a show that his incompetent colleagues didn't "get" (he gave one of the only raves to Dreamgirls -- most of the other critics found it loud and superficial with a mediocre score; he called it a landmark, which it is and 20 years later some of those same idiotic critics NOW admit they were wrong).
The head critic's chair at the Times is so powerful that it can, and has, over the years been able by itself to overcome the negative reviews of all the other papers combined, when a smart, knowledgable, perceptive, passionate advocate for new and groundbreaking theatre has been sitting in it. We, unfortunately aren't so blessed with such a figure at the moment.
Sometimes shows come along that are ahead of their time, that are so different from the typical fare that the average theatregoer and the average critic doesn't fully understand their significance. Many times Rich would be the exception and was able to see what an artist was getting at and he would that rare voice of support for a work that was misunderstood by others -- and history has shown that he was right for doing so. Brantley is just part of the pack of mediocre reviewers who predictably all like the same safe little shows and pan everything else that they don't understand -- which is anything attempting to try something new or different. And that hurts the future of the artform because it discourages innovation and artists trying to put forth their own unique voices and ideas.
Rich (and Kerr and Taubman and Elliot Norton and a few other critics from the past) were passionate supporters of theatre and would convey their excitement in print whenever an important new work would come along, even if it wasn't commercial or safe or had wide appeal. The only thing I've ever seen Brantley get passionate about is Kristin Chenoweth or whoever the latest diva of he moment is. His continued presence in the Times head critics' chair is harmful to the future of the American theatre and it would be a great thing if he were replaced by a truly knowledgeable advocate of the artform.
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