rosey hussein violet X (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} roseyv) wrote,@ 2008-04-09 16:28:00 |
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When Smart Answers Happen to Stupid Questions
The posters for this show ask a compelling question: “What happens when two 23-year-old guys write a show about four 20-year-old guys?”
Hmmm.
I dunno.
What does happen when two 23-year-old guys write a show about four 20-year-old guys?
You get a multi-million-dollar Broadway spectacle that sounds like it was written by a couple of 23-year-olds?
A mass, “told you so” eyebrow-smirk is affected by everyone who has ever met said 23-year-olds and averred that “the only thing that could possibly make me more convinced those guys are gay is if they actually teamed up and wrote a freaking musical together?”
The world finally, at long last, gets a much-needed and long-overdue insight into the musical and pop cultural preferences of 20-something white men?
Within a week, the producers are reduced to adorning the marquis outside the theater with the “Perfect!!! I LOVE this musical!!!” blurb that’s automatically generated any time Liz Smith or Pat Collins hits the F12 key on her laptop?
Somewhere, another real musical-theater writer realizes, yet again, that it’s still not too late to just give up and go to law school?
Who can say? That’s the beauty of it.
The posters for this show ask a compelling question: “What happens when two 23-year-old guys write a show about four 20-year-old guys?”
Hmmm.
I dunno.
What does happen when two 23-year-old guys write a show about four 20-year-old guys?
You get a multi-million-dollar Broadway spectacle that sounds like it was written by a couple of 23-year-olds?
A mass, “told you so” eyebrow-smirk is affected by everyone who has ever met said 23-year-olds and averred that “the only thing that could possibly make me more convinced those guys are gay is if they actually teamed up and wrote a freaking musical together?”
The world finally, at long last, gets a much-needed and long-overdue insight into the musical and pop cultural preferences of 20-something white men?
Within a week, the producers are reduced to adorning the marquis outside the theater with the “Perfect!!! I LOVE this musical!!!” blurb that’s automatically generated any time Liz Smith or Pat Collins hits the F12 key on her laptop?
Somewhere, another real musical-theater writer realizes, yet again, that it’s still not too late to just give up and go to law school?
Who can say? That’s the beauty of it.
