Eugene David
...The One-Minute Pundit

Thursday, August 24, 2006


If anyone who were to skim me (doubtful with twelve hits thus far today) were to think my last post harsh, I say, read this review of the newly reformulated The Fantasticks, which got its start when Maynard Ferguson was 32. Among the words Ben Brantley uses are "resuscitation", "embalmed", "corpse" and "formaldehyde" -- all in the first two grafs. That he ends his review by almost praising the show -- and that must owe exclusively to the music: if its book is a mishmash of college-level artsy-fartsy even its detractors must admit the score is an agreeable and even memorable one -- does not negate his central scorn. This is why I complain about Maynard Ferguson, and what passes for classical music, and fillum, and the thea-TAH; today's culture is not so much performed as preserved, or else it is a petered-out blast from the past, or else it is all grinding machinery and highest high-tech employed largely to hide the emptiness of its soul.

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