Posted 6:48 AM by Gene

We would like to think A Chorus Line is the seventies' version of The Black Crook. Oh yes, we recall the orgasmic acclaim, how the likes of slowly dying Richard Rodgers, who hadn't written a hit tune in thirteen years and never would again, called it the greatest show in HISTORY, or whatever he said; but after forty years people finally stopped wanting girls in tights and started wanting -- music, just as nothing will stop the similarly trendy mechanical contraptions of Lord Lloud Wubbish and Lord Schlockintosh from gracing the scrap metal yard. Further Mike admits A Chorus Line's success came from a shock value that isn't shocking anymore (boy has our culture advanced!), and, let us face it, from its unique expression of DOOM, GLOOM AND ENNUI that fit in perfectly with an age of Watergate and Gerry and losing Vietnam (HOORAY!!!!!) and a country wallowing in a nervous breakdown. That was also, let us further face it, THE DISCO AGE. We must also note that, despite years of loving preparation, the film version BOMBED at the box office, so maybe trendiness doesn't sit all that well outside the Coasts. We understand why the media flacks would go gaga over this masterpiece, wanting to relive those thrilling days BEFORE JANET, but we do hope its reception gets a good dose of Ecclesiastes, though we fear otherwise -- and with people finally realizing Marv Hamlisch couldn't write a good tune without help from Scott Joplin or Jerry Herman.

Hey Mike! Someone tell your intern about HTML!