Does there exist a worse review than this one?
Frank Wildhorn musicals: the crab grass of Broadway.
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Perhaps it's time to acknowledge that, just as weeds will crop up wherever lawns are laid, Wildhorn musicals are an inevitable part of the wildlife of Broadway, where even more noxious flora appear with some regularity.
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Unfortunately there’s no way to digitally airbrush away the hokum that pervades the whole show, like the ample stage smoke puffing away throughout the proceedings, giving a most commendable featured performance as the fabled pea-soupy London fog. The actors portraying the sniveling or snobbish enemies of Dr. Jekyll all perform their chores with flavorsome relish, and Teal Wicks, as his ladylike love interest Emma Carew, suffers with noble fortitude as her hopes for happy matrimony begin to grow dim indeed.
Mr. Wildhorn’s score is probably his most appealing, as it mixes equal parts Hammer horror, Andrew Lloyd Webber-style pseudo-operatics and adult-contemporary-radio anthems. I’ll cop to a happy goosepimple or two as Mr. Maroulis and Ms. Cox let loose during their impassioned solo songs.
I just love it when a brilliant critic destroys a show that so obviously deserves it.
YMMV.