There's this strange dichotomy between people who have the time and luxury to examine every aspect of Broadway from a home base and those of us who strategically plan our visits from abroad based on viewpoints (expert, and free of conflicting considerations (friends in shows, advertisers, industry gossip, etc.)) we consider genuine and heartfelt, something akin to our own inclinations...to experience an approximation of transcendence. In the past, the Times has been something sacrosanct in guiding the fledgling pilgrim to the best the city has to offer; of late, however, I have to say that the posts offered up here have been invariably more helpful in utilizing my impoverishly convertible currency to something worthy of the expense and effort of making the trek. Thanks to various individuals who have taken time to type out encomiums to Jessica Lange's performance in Long Day's Journey, I actually decided to revisit that endurance test because my memory of her Blanche opposite one of the Baldwin Brothers (Alex, I think) was one of the highlights of my early theatregoing experience. What, you may be asking, does this have to do with Tuck Everlasting? If, on a pleasant Wednesday matinee, with a couple of bucks to spare at TKTS, maybe I might chance a what-the-hell spree on this endeavour, but given the strapped-to-the-seats-eyes-prised-open vitriol this show has received from day-one, there's no way in hell that I would cripple myself economically by saddling myself with at best (in your view) a "meh" experience. How then, given all this preamble, did the show garner a critic's choice from the Grey Lady? God Knows. However, I now have in my possession a ticket to a Sunday night performance of American Psycho...which I am actually thoroughly excited about thanks to all the posts herein...the soundtrack of the British production...the clips posted on either Playbill or Broadway...in other words, good word of mouth. Either way, keep battling, keep expressing, because your considered opinions help us pilgrims discover treasures unknown hereabouts. In Martin Scorsese's documentary about Fran Lebowitz, Public Speaking, she discuses eloquently about the decimation AIDS did to a generation of experts sitting in expectation of the latest ballet, opera and Broadway had to offer. Thanks to this site, amongst others, I think time has generated a replenished audience sufficient to challenge the establishment with a well-armed rejoinder. While no one relishes the dismantling of sets and distribution of pink slips a savage critique would undoubtedly unleash, it is heartening to know that other sources of "insider" information remain available beyond the conventional outlets.