He started reading it to me:
As my partner and I giggled about this travesty I was about to embark on, I stopped him and pleaded that he read no more. Oh well, I figured, it's a free ticket. Let me see how it goes. Worst case scenario, I make the most of it and enjoy some live entertainment in New York City.Who doesn’t love a blind date? Of course, by this I mean, who does? I had one the other day, with the new Broadway musical “First Date.” I’d heard little about the show, and its authors were entirely unknown to me. Didn’t go so well. Does any of the following sound familiar? An instant lack of rapport; a growing aversion as the minutes pass; a mysterious sense that time has suddenly stopped; a desperate hope that the apocalypse will arrive, preferably right this minute. Magnify those feelings, set them to bland pop-rock music, and you’ll have some idea of the oodles of fun I didn’t have during my evening at “First Date,” the singing sitcom that opened on Thursday night at the Longacre Theater.
Then the show started. Great start, I thought, so far so good. The show went on. Haha, very funny! Hilarious even! Oh my God, what show did the Times reviewer see? The show went on. Wow, wow, and wow! By the end of the show, I was floored. It is nothing short of the perfect musical! And I don't use a phrase like that lightly, either! It's all done in one, 105-minute act (an hour and 45 minutes) without intermission. The cast is comprised of just seven people, some of whom play several parts. The set is (mostly) just one scene, but it's so inventively complex and awesome that you fall in love with it more and more as the show goes on. And the songs are wonderful and funny! At times hilarious, with tears of laughter that won't stop, and at other times touching and sad, you are swept up in an absolutely perfect little musical.
Go now and buy your tickets! I seriously cannot recommend this show enough; you really must see it!*
Sean
*And take me with you?
