I don't have much of a memory of the score (never bought the cast album -- little of it made much of an impression on me in the theater anyway -- and frankly I don't ever want to be reminded of the experience of sitting through it ever again), but I found the show to be both annoying and a numbing repetitive bore to sit through.
I can rarely remember being so utterly uninterested in a collection of characters as I was with those in this show -- I didn't care about ANYBODY up there. The choreography and staging were flat, redundant (by the end I felt as if I'd actually sat through a 60 day dance marathon) and pedestrian (Ziemba's big solo dance number looked like she was expending a whole lot of energy for zero impact -- it never took off and just sorta sat there). The cast was, by turns either bland and plastic (Harrison, McDonald, Wright) or over-the top and trying WAAAAY too hard to make an impression (Chenoweth grated on me and Monk seemed to be channeling Ethel Merman's louder, brassier, more annoying sister -- she chewed so much scenery during "Everybody's Girl" at one point I thought that she might swallow the mic whole; I've never seen someone work so hard to try to stop a show and fail so miserably -- at a certain point I just wanted her to stop and get off the stage, but the damn thing went on for another 3 interminable verses).
The whole mess somehow managed to almost put me to sleep AND give me a throbbing headache. HATE that show.
"What a story........ everything but the bloodhounds snappin' at her rear end." -- Birdie
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Updated On: 3/16/07 at 03:58 PM