Well, kids, I know I said you wouldn’t hear from Sweet Polly until The Drowsy Chaperone but last night she saw a little ditty known as title of show. The performers were excellent the production superb the theater perfect but the show left me yearning for Rogers and Hammerstein hell I’d have even taken Mel Brooks. Maybe it is just Sweet Polly but she always find a show about making a show to be self-indulgent twaddle unless of course it has a fantastic score and book. This doesn’t. Not one tune Sweet Polly could hum as she left the charming venue and we all know how much Sweet Polly loves to hum.
Until next time, kids.