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The furious all-timer of the genre,Gypsy,is headed into previews.
The catfight premise lies in the vein ofWhat Ever Happened to Baby Jane?
The appeal lies in the uneasy overlap between empowerment and bitchiness.
Either way the worship and the blood sport go hand in hand.
The humor courses through the score, which is a few cuts above thede rigueurmovie-to-musical standard.
A silver lining of some IP-based productions can lie in their producers willingness to hire less-familiar names.
She sings beautifully, though her attempts at comedy are so uncertain they become jaggedly fascinating.
The result is virtuosically impressive, if not emotionally gripping.
at a Gen-Z valet.
The whizzing refusal to look deeper grows more nagging asDeath Becomes Hercontinues.
)Death Becomes Heravoids forcing Madeline and Helen to look in the mirror and contemplate.
The line is played for a laughwell, dont be a stranger!
It also stalls the shows second act.
The plot barrels on as the enthusiasm wanes, from both the audience and the performances.
They cruise, forever youthful, toward eternity, making fun of other peoples funeral services.
Death Becomes Heris at the Lunt-Fontanne Theatre.
