Good morning, all! I will shortly be off to Toyland. I was going to try for the matinee of Merrill's women-in-prison this afternoon, but I've run out of one of my medications and need to hit my pharmacy on the trek back from Toyland this afternoon. After two Fringe disasters, I'm not ready for a third, so bring on the drugs.
I have nothing else to report. So let's jump to the TOD:
CARRIE: I know there are folk who claim the score is great, but the production was so awesomely inept in every department that it's hard to tell. I only remember how god-awful it was.
THE NEWS: a disaster about a divorced New York reporter, his neglected daughter and a serial killer. It might have worked on LAW & ORDER but it was a pathetic excuse for a punk rock musical. At intermission, Dona D Vaughn, Mrs Ron Raines, turned to me and said "I wish he'd kill the audience and put us out of our misery."
MICE IN THE THEATRE at the Sheridan Square Actor's Theatre: if you're going to bill your play as a comedy, give them at least one intentional laugh.
JELLY'S LAST JAM: it may have run because of Greg Hines, but it was sure a mess as a book and a sensible piece of musical theatre. At intermission Dona D Vaughn - with whom I see only a classy show - turned to me and said, "Do you have any idea what this is about?"