Simply putrid. I recently saw at least five NYMF shows which deserved an off-broadway run. Who financed this uninvolving, badly staged, 'all songs sound alike' dull mess? And who decided that mild-mannered Hunter Foster could project the angst to portray Victor Frankenstein? Special thanks to the production member who vigorously clapped and awoke me out of my curtain-call stupor.
**Dear Christiane Noll--i'll follow you anywhere. Yes, you've tested my patience but my adoration remains unwavering**
not to be rude madals06 but i was there sunday, in the front of the balcony and i looked around at the end and saw 3 people standing. maybe you were in the orchestra, which i didnt check out. again, i'm not trying to be rude. just throwing my info into the mix.
Gaykettle…I know you are not being rude. (Unlike others in this thread. No matter how much I might dislike something, calling any effort by any person “putrid” is beyond me) I was in the orchestra section, and there was a very enthusiastic response-most people on their feet.