Frankenstorm is still off the coast, and PA is freakin' the fuck out. Our teahadist gov. Corbett has pretty much shut down the state, the better to rule with an iron fist.
Meanwhile, those of us who remember Hurricane Agnes are sitting back and enjoying the show.
Not that we wish anything ill on the millions who will be displaced and flooded. We remember Agnes, after all.
No, we wish all the ill on the Governor's Mansion. Piece of shit wants to destroy government services, then spends all day on TV trying to prove he's for the citizens here.
Hypocrisy, thy name is Tom Corbett.
But here's tonight's show. It JUST opened in Hartford. The NYT critic loves it:
“A Gentleman’s Guide to Love & Murder,” with a book by Robert L. Freedman, music by Steven Lutvak and lyrics — ah, what lyrics! — by Mr. Freedman and Mr. Lutvak, ranks among the most inspired and entertaining new musical comedies I’ve seen in years. Set in Edwardian England, this effervescent show, dexterously directed by Darko Tresnjak, is pure catnip for Anglophiles. Devoted lovers of doorstop Victorian novels, obsessive watchers of BBC soaps about the trials of the gentry, fans of the peppery patter of Noël Coward: Here is a new musical to leave you feeling giddy and sated, as after a rich afternoon tea, with plenty of jam and clotted cream.
Charles Isherwood, reviewing for the NYT:
Jefferson Mays dies not once, not twice, not thrice, but a staggering eight times in the delectable musical “A Gentleman’s Guide to Love & Murder,” having its premiere at the Hartford Stage here. And as each passing away passes by, this gifted actor discovers ingenious ways of making the final throes of his ill-starred characters inspire full-throttled laughter.
This looks like it's gonna be the newest great Broadway show that has yet to hit the Great White Way: