Review of the review:
So, apparently Rex Reed is still around and still unbelievably, unbearably bitter. Many of y’all probably weren’t around when he was a staple of the talk show circuit in the late 60’s and 70’s, so let me tell you, his act hasn’t changed and it’s defied the laws of physics: aging more than he has.
Let’s see… his only assessment for Erika Henningsen is “vapid,” Gracie Lawrence is “grating” and “ratchety-voiced,” and despite not actually being IN the show, Reed wants to make sure everyone knows he thinks Connie Francis was “whiny” and “overrated.”
Oh, and Bobby Darin was a “second-rate jingle writer.”
But he loves the show, singularly due to Jonathan Groff, whose performance he describes in the most self-revealing and creepy review since Rich Lowry assessed Sarah Palin’s debate performance in 2008. According to Reed, Groff is handsome, versatile and multi-talented… all true, albeit redundant (show me anyone described as versatile but not good at many things). But he’s not done, folks. He goes on to tell us of Groff’s “athletic prowess” (okayyy), “libidinous body language” (ummm), “slinging his gym-ready torso” (it’s enough, Rex) and his “undulating thighs” (waiter…check please). It leaves me uncertain if Reed’s referencing of the performance of “This Could Be the Start of Something Big” wasn’t intended as a double entendre.
My immediate thoughts while reading this was: 1- I was ready to do my best Estelle Reiner and say, “I’ll have what he’s having” and 2- If I’d described, say, Caroline Bowman in “Smash” this way, New York’s Finest would be knocking at my door, if only to deliver the order to stay 100 ft. away from the Imperial.
Jonathan Groff couldn’t make Rex Reed wetter if he’d sat at one of the front tables for a performance.
Everything else in the show, Reed either dislikes or didn’t notice. The heavy competition in the technical categories this year may make “Just In Time” an also-ran, but to have nothing to say about any of it, the show’s lighting, sound, choreography and, especially, the set design, is obtuse. Reducing Henningsen’s performance to a dismissive one word adjective isn’t criticism; it’s cruelty, a Reed hallmark.
It’s not like Reed has lost his observant eye for the arts. I, other posters and several reviewers have echoed many of his concerns about the lapses in Leight and Oliver’s book. But he can’t get out of his own way in his criticism. Reading a Rex Reed review frequently reminds me of Stan’s laconic rebuke of the self-absorbed Buddy Young, Jr., in “Mr. Saturday Night”: “you coulda been nicer.”
There have been multiple so-so, even bad reviews of the show. One reviewer even called Gracie Lawrence “shrill.” I’m assuming that person spends their free time on TikTok, but even that didn’t make me want to respond with anything but a shrug.
Sorry, but I’ve been grimacing at Rex Reed’s schtick for decades. Reading his review made me realize I’m more-than over his unearned pomposity, factual errors, general nastiness, and, finally, truly only the good die young. This is a man whose contribution to the arts apexed with unleashing himself upon hapless “The Gong Show” contestants nearly a half century ago and whose dramatic performances were typically him portraying himself…unconvincingly. And much like his remarkably unironic criticism of the ego of others, he is hardly the one who should denigrate anyone’s voice. I don’t care if it’s a review of Burt Bacharach singing torch songs. If I was like Rex Reed, I’d point out Reed is a man who went from sounding like Charles Nelson Reilly with a nasal infection, to sounding like Charles Nelson Reilly with a nasal infection and a two-pack a day smoking habit, usually in the act of spewing bile the way Groff spews saliva.
Fortunately, for all of us, we’re not him. So I’m not saying it.
Thinking it? Sure. But not saying it.
Updated On: 4/29/25 at 12:31 PM