I just got home from Village Theater...As I was saying - just got home... left at intermission. It was a Roy Rogosin adaptation of Field of Dreams. Oy. Really awful songs - terrible lyrics, bad rhymes, melody? what melody? Even Iowa farmers at one point RAPPING - I kid you not. What the hell? And a posse of said farmers also jivin' real bad in some sort of black Gospel number... whassup wit' dat? OY.At least there was no compelling storyline... the characters wanted spaghetti, they got spaghetti, after a mild argument over Prego or Ragu... not literally, but OY that's the degree of drive the thing had. Has. Had. No events that take one soaring into song. No real conflict or angst or anything. But it was the SONGS - the awful songs that propelled me into my vehicle to hie me home ASAP. Sheesh.