They fixed it.
The 24-year indictment of Carrie as the worst and most expensive flop in Broadway history (it was neither) has finally been liberated by new DNA that has resuscitated a loser with surprising yet undeniable entertainment value. At the Lucille Lortel Theatre down on Christopher Street, cheering “camp” followers of both genders and every persuasion in-between are finally getting a long-anticipated chance to see the ultimate teenage horror spectacular ride again. And it’s not even Halloween. Despite a forgettable score of gospel shouting and bubble gum rock, this Carrie, directed by Stafford Arima with more heart and less gore, finally gets some respect back. Read More