Well, I saw it first at NY Theatre Workshop and disliked most of it -- thought it needed another draft or two. I made it to the end of the show, but several friends walked out at intermission. I also saw it at the end of previews on Broadway because a friend on the creative team gave me comps (and asked me to give it a second chance). It was worse -- clearly in their haste to move it uptown, no one had had the time to reconceive the production for an 1100 seat theatre (my friend -- who shall remain nameless here -- admitted he had NO IDEA what he was doing.... and it showed).
Understand, I had lived in the East Village for several years by the time RENT came out (I had lived a block from NYTW since '89), long before it gentrified and became an overpriced hipster theme park in the mid-90's. My circle of friends were artists and writers and waiters and actors and bartenders etc, in the neighborhood. I knew and socialized with the immigrants who'd been long-time residents there, as well as the drag queens and performance artists, the hustlers and the drug dealers, the activists and the squat dwellers on 13th Street .... in short, all of the people RENT tries to depict -- those were my friends. And I'm sorry the sanitized, surburb-safe versions of those folks that RENT portrayed made my stomach turn.
The music was trite with a very 70's era "middle of the road" adult contemporary feel, the lyrics banal, the book messy and Grief's staging mostly static and unimaginative (or derivative with the whole Chorus Line -esque Seasons of Love sing-a-long). And that "Up With People" travesty, "La Vie Boheme" very well may be the corniest song and production number I've ever seen or heard in my life; it single-handedly drove a half dozen friends of mine out of NYTW, howling with laughter onto 4th Street and into The Bar -- a former longtime institution at 2nd & 4th -- where I found them a few minutes later still laughing too hard to even consider returning for Act II. I returned mainly on the strength of "Will I ?" which I thought was effective. Act II has a few moments that work (the lesbian duet comes to mind), but the show completely came undone for me when Mimi magically came back to life..... I've rarely been so offended by a moment in a dramatic work as I was then. As someone who spent literally hundreds of hours on the 14th (really 13th) floor of St. Vincent's Hospital (plus, NYU, Cabrini, Bellevue and a few others) watching dozens of friends and acquaintances die of that disease, I found the ending insulting and contemptable.
RENT promised to be "the musical" of my generation of East Village artists, but to most of us stepping over the syringes that filled the streets back then and watching our friends die on a regular basis, it was a very homogenized, almost Disney-fied version of our reality. It lacked anything approaching a real East Village sensibility, especially the bland music. We had a wait a couple of years before HEDWIG delivered on that promise -- now, John Mitchell & Steve Trask understood and NAILED the whole angry but carefree, punk-inflected, hedonistic, Pyramid/Boy Bar/SAVE THE ROBOTS, "rock and roll fag bar" sensibility that was the true undercurrent of the East Village in those days (I remember running into John all the time back then and recall the early incarnations of HEDWIG at Squeezebox). I think it's interesting that most of the jukeboxes in the East Village had the cast album of HEDWIG on it at one point (the music was so authentic that it could blend seamlessly in with everything else) while I can't remember any place ever having RENT as an option, except as a joke.
Hey, it's all subjective, so if you love the show, good for you. While I liked a couple of the songs (which is more than several of my friends at the time would say), overall it was a major disappointment for me on nearly every level -- book, score, staging, et al. I'm well aware that Mr. Larson died before he could fix everything (and that's certainly a shame), but evaluating the show as is, it struck me as rather underwhelming as a whole, pretty corny at times, misguided and offensive at times, but with an occasional spark of real inspiration -- a few small moments that were potent and effective, but not nearly enough of them to sustain my interest over the course of a two+ hour show.
"What a story........ everything but the bloodhounds snappin' at her rear end." -- Birdie
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Updated On: 5/11/04 at 04:04 PM