Was Ben Brantley Drunk?

Here's my Jerry Springer review. Viewer Discretion Advised.

When I first heard of an operatic adaptation of The Jerry Springer Show (the notorious guilty pleasure which over the years has proved to be as American as masturbating with an apple pie), I thought it partly funny with a slight chance of moderate brilliance. It’s potentially a clever idea: merging one of the world’s highest art forms with its absolute antithesis. (Here I happen to be referring to dramatic opera and trashy television respectively, but that is completely relative to which trailer park you sleep with your cousin in.) Unfortunately, however, the show’s material does not surpass its mildly amusing concept, and the joke expires within minutes.

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Updated On: 2/1/08 at 09:16 AM

Yeah, I didn't quite get Brantley's high praise of Keitel. Granted, from my stratosphere seats, I couldn't see every nuance of his performance, but from where I was, it brought to mind an under-rehearsed guest host at one of the later-in-the-evening SNL skits.

"Had there been a power outage, the actors could easily have read their sheet music by the flames beaming off the enormous mass of homosexuals in the audience."

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I was unaware "the gays" gave off light. Interesting...I have a LOT to learn.