Back in undergrad days, I had a class in libretto reading to review shows that didn’t make it commercially to see if any were worth reviving. She Loves Me, of course, was the rose of sheer perfection, to quote another musical. Skyscraper was anything but. I couldn’t find the score, but the dialogue was forced and unfocused and unfunny. It didn’t deserve Dorothy Kilgallen’s legendary ire. It just wasn’t good enough.