Y’all… I don’t even know where to begin on this. I’ll start with the fact that my feet hurt and if you’re thinking of testing out new dress shoes on this, think again. Ouch.
Anyway, this was garbage. Exactly the kind of sanitized, Disney World nonsense I feared it would be and hoped it wouldn’t. But my god, if there has ever been the definition of anticlimax, it’s this show. Every time a scene starts to pick up momentum (used loosely), we’re rushed off down another hallway. Or a staircase. Or an escalator. And not quickly, mind you. Slooooowly. If we were given something to look at while we went, I might have been less peaved. But given that about 40% of the show is walking from scene to scene for way too long, I expected more stuff to look at. It’s clear my ticket price went to rent and salaries; it sure as hell isn’t in the design.
The chandelier? Anticlimactic, and crashes so slowly, you wonder why they even bothered. Why are “All I Ask of You” and “Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again” staged on the roof? Not sure, probably a space thing, but it definitely didn’t please the man who shouted out his window “Shut the hell up!” mid-song. Why is there a 15-minute long carnival scene? I guess they needed 50 people out of the way for other audience to pass.
Save your money. The Phans who were primed to live for it were clutching their chest like they were Christine themselves, but I mostly couldn’t wait for it to be over. Also, good luck finding the coat check at the end of the show. I had to run into a stagehand who opened an unlabeled door for a bunch of us to escape the bar.
Updated On: 8/19/25 at 09:30 PM