After taking the theatrical ecstasy that was Lady Day and Hedwig on Saturday, I had to suffer through the suicide Tuesday that was The Anthem at the Lynn Redgrave Theatre.
It is the first show I have ever left at intermission. Ever.
It is devoid of redeemable qualities.
The attractive performers, god bless them, all have the dead eyes of the bartenders at Flaming Saddles as they go through their mandated dance routines.
It offers such lyrics as "the Temple of Mating / is for fornicating."
This has something to offend everyone's sensibilities.
"...everyone finally shut up, and the audience could enjoy the beginning of the Anatevka Pogram in peace."