Hey! Its three weeks to the deadline to submit a show to the New
York Broadway Musical Theatre Festival
– why don’t we write a musical about writing a musical? We will
call it
”
[title of show]
”
. (Where are Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland?)
Hey! Its three weeks to the deadline to submit a show to the New York Broadway Musical Theatre Festival – why don’t we write a musical about writing a musical? We will call it “[title of show]”. (Where are Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland?)
Jeff (Ian Leonard) and Hunter (Jamison Stern) play the writer and lyricist who just seem to try too hard. Jamison pushes harder of the two with the inane dialogue that is supposed to be edgy and risque. But instead it comes off contrived and really unfunny most of the time. Both are good at their craft if they only had something to deliver.
They bring in two friends Susan (Laura Jordan), a bare footed free spirit, and Heidi (Farah Alvin), the good natured one with great pipes, to assist the operation.
Meredith McDonough directs with machine gun timing that thankfully keeps the show moving at a quick clip, keeping the whole thing out of the abyss the production hovers over.
With forgettable songs and music, they plow through more than a hundred minutes of mostly unentertaining boring stuff. The thin plot makes Sinfield, (supposedly a sitcom about nothing) seem like an intellectual legend.
The one real highlight comes near the closing when Heidi (Farah Alvin) belts out “A Way Back To Then” with a great gusto. This gal can really sing, if only she was given something to work with.
Ever reliable TheatreWorks conductor/ resident musical director William Liberatore accompanies the cast on stage as their in house pianist Larry, and has a few short lines and expressions that are at times the funniest seconds in the show.
