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| The Eugene O'Neill Theater |
In its review, The New York Times describes The Book of
Mormon as "blasphemous, scurrilous and amore foul-mouthed than David Mamet
on a blue streak." And well it was. And very, very funny. I'm always
skeptical of a show (or movie or book or art or, well, anything) that is
praised beyond the moon and back. This time, I was not disappointed.
I'm fascinated by how it occurs to someone, or a group of
collaborators, to pick some topics for a musical. The two most recent ones I've
seen...this one and Assassins...certainly focus on odd subject matter. Whatever
their motivation...or inspiration...I'm delighted to have been so thoroughly
entertained.
As a bonus, I stopped hurriedly by Boston Market on my way
to the theater and was able to purchase a bowl of chicken noodle soup to go.
Just the thing to fight off the (yet
another) cold I'm developing. That's New York people...chicken soup and
Broadway shows. Gotta love it!
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