Oh, but the show...it is something of a joy with its flailing hot messiness. Let's talk this out like an intervention.
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Parody...or is it? - So many hours since I saw the show and I still can't tell if the writing is crazy, yet smart - doing a send-up of hipsters and Brooklyn and such - or just flat-out, unaware, cray cray-ness. Because some parts don't take the "nerd meets hot girl" storyline seriously. But other parts do. Wait, what? Uh oh.
What the f#%k Jason Gotay? - In keeping with that line of questioning, Jason Gotay's performance, as the hipster, lead singer, douschebag that gets laid a lot, is either laughably bad or a stroke of genius. Trust me; watching him get all smoldering and sexy during his performances...it is funny. Like, really funny. Again, if the show is a parody, kudos to him for hitting it out of the park. But if it is not...uh oh.
Why is everything rhyming? I know it is customary to have some nice-sounding, rhymes throw into a score. But in almost every song? In almost every verse? If the rhymes weren't so contrived, I probably wouldn't even have noticed. But you have to wonder if the creative exhaust was breached at some point in the process and the dictionaries and thesauruses were hauled out. "Hey, this makes-no-sense line rhymes with the one before it...AWESOME!"
How did Max Crumm get so good with puppets? I'll preface this by saying that the puppeteering, all done by Max Crumm, the nerdy hipster half of the show's central relationship, isn't Avenue Q levels of mastery. But it is still well done, partially because Crumm has enough charisma to keep his character from sinking. The puppeteering is for children's shows (don't ask) and where Crumm really strives with is the different sight-gags and the accents/dialogue per each puppet.
Where, the f#%k, did this British chick come from? In a show of pure WTFuckery, the biggest one had to have come with the presence of the Brooklyn Bowl, talent agent with the British accent. It's not just her superflous number and the fact that she instigates a minageatua...she performs the three-minute long number and everyone in the audience collectively thinks, "who the hell is she?" And even after we are informed of who she is, I was still wondering what she was doing here and why her entrance was way too convenient.
Where did you learn to kiss, George Salazar? A scene nearing the end of the show leads our beloved George Salazar, the stoner, drummer with few words, to start making out, hardcore. Now, I don't know if it maybe because our Georgie is secretly a slut or is just aggressive on the tongue thrusting, but his kissing heads straight into fourth gear. I was exhausted just looking at it...where does he finds the energy?
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