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...that happened on the way to the forum. New shows (the flop Anna Karenina, Patti LuPone in the not-even-yet-produced Sunset Boulevard) are raked over the coals; old chestnuts (a frenzied Les Miz, a nontraditional Miss Saigon) are freshly roasted. The song titles alone delight (to the tune of Somewhere Over the Rainbow, a mock Mandy Patinkin sings Somewhat Overindulgent; the stars of the Gershwins' Crazy for You croon Replaceable You); the four protean performers are the tops...
...direct hit to the heart. Colvin has already shown us how much she knows, so the naked sentiment of I Don't Know Why startles: "I don't know why/ The sky is so blue/ And I don't know why/ I'm so in love with you." The tune's long notes suggest a cathedral dirge, but in the purity of Colvin's voice you'll hear an affirmation of hope against reason, a declaration of faith in the unknown. It is the boldness of a heart that has lived in dark places and is tougher for the journey...
...that single parenthood, for all the heroism it summons from women, is the surest path to childhood poverty. They want to rebuild "family values" -- but they refuse to see the rebuilding as an act of religious war. And when they hear their concerns transmuted into appeals to intolerance, they tune...
There have been three jazz trumpet players who could be called, with no second thought, great: Louis Armstrong, Dizzy and Miles Davis. Satch played a sweet, raucous sound that kept its roots strong in the gumbo of hometown New Orleans. Dizzy knew how to nurse a tune too, but his armor-piercing solos tore those roots right up and replanted them farther north, in the new welter of urban angst. But his music, always intrepid, remained fleet. It was spontaneous reinvention in rhythm, a kind of fun that tweaked the far edges but never crossed them...
...tried to portray that moral void in a straightforward manner, Ross would have failed. The bloodthirstiness of the story is too much for the modern audience. Instead, somewhere in the final scene--with the chandelier spinning, Luxurioso gorging himself on peas and dancers in surgical robes gyrating to the tune of "Supermodel"--Ross's grisly humor gels to express perfectly that spiritual vacuum...