I still don't get though why people have such a big problem with yoga balls when a few streets over, the dancing girls are wearing pretzels and sausages on their heads and people throw Tony Awards at it. Because that's supposed to be silly. I was never under the impression that this show was supposed to look silly and/or ridiculous (at times, at least). I'm a big Dylan fan, and the concept of this show, being set in a circus, sounded incredibly promising to me, considering the surreal tone much of his music took in the mid-'60s.
I think my main gripe about this is, the show should either be an abstract dance piece to Dylan's music (a la Cirque du Soleil) which I think would be better acheived without having the characters in the show singing (I guess, taking the Movin' Out approach)
or commiting to having a narrative storyline and expanding on it. OK, so there's this vague love triangle with the father, son, and this girl, but what of it? How much character development can there be when you're just whipping through two dozen songs, one after the other? Sure, you might stumble on some narrative thread in there somewhere, but if they did, I had a hard time seeing it.
More power to the people who enjoyed it and saw the genius of Twyla's vision. You definitely can't count me among them, but the vast majority of the sold out audience I saw the show with seemed to love it. It takes all kinds, I guess. Just don't try to insult my intelligence by saying that if one doesn't "get it," that makes a person some sort of "wanna be's and not quite there's."
You don’t see me saying anyone who liked this show is a wanna-be, pseudo-intellectual who’s deluding him/herself into finding artistic vision in yoga balls, flashlights, and men dressed up like dogs. Ooops, did I just “type that out loud”? Please note that I don’t necessarily feel that way, re: those who enjoyed the show. There are dozens of Broadway shows, it's great that there's a wide variety of stuff out there, and there's nothing saying everyone should like/get/respond to everything. But, I took your initial post as sort of catty, so a catty response ensued on my part. What can I say, it's a Thursday morning, and it feels like it should be Friday. Definitely not in the cheeriest of moods.
But when did New Hampshire become--Such a backward wasteland of seatbelt hating crazies?...I mean, only 40 people actually live there. The others are just visitors who come for the tax-free liquor and three inches of novelty coastline. John Hodgeman on The Daily Show (1-30-07)