Call it Musical Theatre Schadenfreude if you will, but I LOVE this snippet from Charles Isherwood's New York Times review of the new Off-Broadway musical FRANKENSTEIN.
Not YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN, mind you. This is a review of a new musical of the original Mary Shelley novel that is not attempting to be funny - - it apparently just ends up being funny.
Mr. Isherwood writes...
"The musical’s other major character is, of course, Frankenstein’s handiwork, referred to here as the “Creature” and played by Steve Blanchard. For all their talk of fidelity to the original text, the show’s authors have departed radically from it in this piece of casting.
In the novel the Creature’s looks inspire instant horror. Here he is defiantly unseamed and devoid of chunky neck jewelry that Boris Karloff wore in the famous movie. With hairless pecs and buzz cut, this Creature would probably be a man magnet on a Saturday night in Chelsea.
"Of course hunks can suffer too, and while his singing is uneven, Mr. Blanchard makes a strenuous attempt to embody the tormented soul of his character, drawn to humanity but repulsive to it.
Roaming the stage in something between a swagger and a stagger, he twists himself into contorted poses meant to convey both physical and spiritual anguish. But I’m afraid it looked more to me like the Creature was fighting through a fearsome case of constipation."
Who? Me? Jealous? What do you mean?!?! I've been on Broadway.
Broadway and Lawrence, but still... Broadway...
P.S. Recognize the quote that I used for this post's title?