Booking the Palace for a show without a box office star seems oddly counterintuitive. This belief that Elton John's name ensures pop cultural curiosity is twenty years old; this subject doesn't have the universality of Billy Elliott or the Disney magic of Aida. And as I noted much earlier in questioning the subject, this material arrives with self-parody in its DNA. You can't send up and heighten a character and story that already contain so much exaggeration. Only, perhaps, by stripping away the show biz cliches and rebuilding the story like, say Coal Miner's Daughter would the arch predictability be mitigated. But televangelism is decades old phenom, and today evangelicalism is a dark political not an entertainment industry force. Who is the audience for a flashy retro prism on the 80s? Not clear. But it needs to have something fresh to say. It needs something raw-boned and gritty, not polyester. I'll go out on a limb: it might've been better to make Tammy Faye a supporting character in a fictionalized story about her impact on community. These two creepy men in her life - they just aren't compelling in 2024.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 10/28/24 at 12:08 PM