Broadway’s ‘New York, New York’ musical is a snooze
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“Boy, what a grind.”
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(chorus)
They paint a city of pink sunsets and bland cliches.
And though they dance up a storm, all we get is a haze.
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A tourist construct,
But if it’s laughs you’re looking for,
It’s better at “Shucked.”
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The sets in the St. James
Look great through Boritt’s frames,
Still what a dull “New York, New York.”
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(chorus)
The grinning actors grope for meaning that lies beneath.
But “New York’s” sugary plot can’t be good for their teeth.
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My critical blues,
Never melted away,
They need a brand new start with it, this meh “New York”!
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You wait for way too long
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To hear that timeless song.
You’re glad it’s through, “New York … New York”!
New York, New York, music and lyrics by John Kander and Fred Ebb, additional lyrics by Lin-Manuel Miranda, book by David Thompson and Sharon Washington. Directed and choreographed by Susan Stroman. Sets, Beowulf Boritt; costumes, Donna Zakowska; lighting, Ken Billington; sound, Kai Harada. With Colton Ryan, Anna Uzele, John Clay III, Angel Sigala, Oliver Prose, Emily Skinner. About 2 hours 45 minutes. At St. James Theatre, 246 W. 44th St., New York. newyorknewyorkbroadway.com.
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Source: The Washington Post
