Here's a review I wrote for another forum a while back (and it was actually well received there), I know the language I use will probably piss off a lot of overly PC people who post on here, but I stand by what I wrote as the truth about the Littleton Town Hall Production of "Evita:"
[Evita is] A laughingly bad incompetent production done in Denver by Littleton Town Hall Arts Center, which claims to be a "professional theatre." The whole production is basically an ego trip and a vanity project for an obnoxious director who thinks he's more talented and artistic than he really is JUST because he happens to be a homosexual. The cast consists of his fag hag as Evita (who screams and shrieks her way through the complex score, she speaks in rhythm for majority of "Rainbow High"), a baby faced twink as Che (who can't possibly tackle the role with such limited experience and a poorly hidden gay lisp. Gee, I wonder how he got the role. Casting couch much?), and I'm pretty sure Magaldi (a super gay fey "latin cholo") and the less-than-competent ensemble team consisted of said auteur's ex-boyfriends and one night stands.
The wigs were horrific, Eva looked like Mrs. Bates, and the less said about the costumes and sets, the better. Our nineteen year old Che couldn't manage to grow a full beard, it's just "patches," Peron looks and acts like a Southern Baptist doofus (which I think perfectly describes the actor), Eva resembles an anorexic melting wax statue of Patti LuPone, and the Mistress... Well, she was such a non-entity, I can't recall a single thing about her. What I do recall well is a repulsively obese non-talent in the chorus that creeped out myself and the friends that accompanied me.
They tried to mimic Hal Prince's staging, but since it's a borderline black box theatre in an old Town Hall, it proved to be a huge mistake and the staging/choreography was a cluttered mess. Since there was no room (or budget?) for a bed, Eva and Peron, and the Mistress seem to be awkwardly taking turns "dry humping" a small sofa in their respective scenes. The Peronist flags looks like they were out sourced to a 2nd grade art class... That's pretty much all there is to the "sets."
The music is canned, virtually midi files someone rendered on their laptop over the weekend, I can't believe the program actually states that they were "proud" of recording their own canned music. On top of all that, Peron's microphone was defective. In another moment of hilarity, the idiots who printed the program accidentally listed "The Lady's Got Potential" as one of the songs, leading me to think they just cut and pasted it from Wikipedia. Also, if there was going to be one more "...would like to thank Jesus" proclamation in the program, I would've puked right then and there on Eva's trailer trash prom dress--- Err, "inauguration gown."
Mysteriously, not a single review for this show was posted in any of the Colorado theatre sites/papers, which hardly ever happens with Littleton Town Hall shows. More proof that this was just a casting couch driven ego trip that went awry and the theatre was desperately trying to do damage control.
This is truly a production from the most putrid bowels of hell; an engrossing disaster all the way through.
"But your despicable class is dead! Look who they are calling for now!"