Shakespeare immediately pops to mind when mulling over the TOD.
Camera Obscura did a production of MEASURE FOR MEASURE, which I saw as a freshman in college. This particular touring company played in the gymnasium at Carnegie-Mellon, and it was roughly around Indian Summer. The heat was high, the show was long, the verse was indeed obscure; not even the gratuitous male and female nudity could generate much interest. Since it was an assigned viewing, I remained for the whole show. When discussion was held the next week, not a single student had a good thing to say about the show.
Al Pacino did RICHARD III in New York at the Cort Theater. It was not a good fit. When Pacino did the king's monologues he was mesmerizing, but I found the whole thing to be misconceived, misdirected and not fulfilling.
Then, of course, there was the Christopher Plummer/Glenda Jackson MACBETH. Oy! Plummer delivered the "She should have died hereafter" speech completely facing upstage - were we supposed to be seeing his gluteal muscles in action? - Jackson constantly caressed herself, so much so that I feared she was about to go into the train scene from THE MUSIC LOVERS.
Other stages would have to include CUBA AND HIS TEDDY BEAR, a play with no why or wherefore, other than to present two remarkable actors onstage: Burt Young and Robert DeNiro. Ralph Macchio was also in the cast. Deniro appeared in his boxers for an extended period of time; that certainly helped the time to fly.
And, as much as I love, adore, worship and whatever Julie Andrews, during VICTOR/VICTORIA, most of my thoughts while sitting at the Marquis, were, "WHY, GOD, WHY?"
There was also a misconceived WEST SIDE STORY revival at the Minskoff, which was three hours plus on the matinee day that I saw it. . .Debbie Allen was Anita.