Even though I was supposed to, I didn’t love [title of show] a few years back.
The sweet little musical, about people obsessed with musicals making a sweet little musical, was supposed to be catnip for musicals-obsessed people like me. But it wasn’t: I found it charming and endearing, but slight. It was a 90-minute show that seemed at least 30 minutes too long. Perhaps the problem was that I saw it too late, not at the New York Musical Theatre Festival, where it debuted, or at the off-Broadway Vineyard Theatre, where it became a hit, but on Broadway, where its will-we-make-it-to-Broadway storyline was a foregone conclusion (and where it ran for a mere three months). Read More