#1
Posted: 8/11/09 at 11:22pm
It's not that 9 to 5 is a bad show. For a show to be bad, or good for that matter, you would have to feel something when you walk out. To paraphrase the late, great Ed Kleban, I felt nothing.
The blame can be placed on a lot of people. Patricia Resnick for crafting a cardboard script with bad jokes, 1-d characters and no conflict. Andy Blankenbuehler for misplaced choreography. Joe Mantello for deciding to go into show business.
But it can't be placed on Dolly Parton, who has written more than a few catchy tunes which are saddled, unfortunately, with a bland script that hinders everything.
Like Pierce Brosnan in the MAMMA MIA! film, Allison Janney can't sing, and she knows it, and she sells every damn song and punch line she's given and has a great time doing it. Stephanie J. Block can't act her way out of a paper bag, but really knows how to deliver bland power ballads. Marc Kudisch wants to get the hell out alive.
Megan Hilty has a great rack, a great rear end and can sing. She glows, even if all she's doing is imitating Dolly Parton.
Lethargic pacing, with more of a focus on moving people so they don't fall into a giant trap door or get hit by a moving piece of furniture than anything of importance. I would like for Joe Mantello to give up the charade that he's a director.
My TDF seat was in the center orchestra, row S, right in the middle. Not a bad value for $40.
The blame can be placed on a lot of people. Patricia Resnick for crafting a cardboard script with bad jokes, 1-d characters and no conflict. Andy Blankenbuehler for misplaced choreography. Joe Mantello for deciding to go into show business.
But it can't be placed on Dolly Parton, who has written more than a few catchy tunes which are saddled, unfortunately, with a bland script that hinders everything.
Like Pierce Brosnan in the MAMMA MIA! film, Allison Janney can't sing, and she knows it, and she sells every damn song and punch line she's given and has a great time doing it. Stephanie J. Block can't act her way out of a paper bag, but really knows how to deliver bland power ballads. Marc Kudisch wants to get the hell out alive.
Megan Hilty has a great rack, a great rear end and can sing. She glows, even if all she's doing is imitating Dolly Parton.
Lethargic pacing, with more of a focus on moving people so they don't fall into a giant trap door or get hit by a moving piece of furniture than anything of importance. I would like for Joe Mantello to give up the charade that he's a director.
My TDF seat was in the center orchestra, row S, right in the middle. Not a bad value for $40.