Sigh. This show was terrible.
This could have been a battle of wills between a controlling out-of-touch Italian Renaissance Emperor, and the independent-minded Harlem Renaissance jazz singer with whom he becomes obsessed. This could have been about music, about love, about freedom.
Instead it was the longest 45 minutes in the universe. I kept checking my watch thinking I was going to be late to my next show. I think we defied physics. This script was so unfocused and laborious, so lacking in moments of emotional honesty, so in a hurry to bulldoze through to the next thing, that it broke the space-time continuum.
One star for Mari Harris’s singing.
SWF
