Eugene David
...The One-Minute Pundit

Saturday, May 20, 2006


A eulogy for Branson East's bread and butter, from the unlikely Ben Brantley:

A LIVING ghost walks on Broadway. Colorless and thin to the point of transparency, it is far scarier than the make-believe ghouls — the vampires and phantoms in opera cloaks — who sometimes occupy the stages around Times Square. Though its guises are many, it always exudes the same damp aura of unconvincing jollity, like that of a superannuated party girl who lost her confidence with her youth and has taken to wearing her daughter's trendy clothes. Such is the face of the American musical in the year 2006.

But then I repeat what I said over a year ago: The musical is so dead the corpse has no smell.

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