It would be rather hard to do a show on classical music without some degree of pretension, name-dropping, and intellectual fustiness. And the amount of that happening in this show is actually pretty okay, given that it's balanced with huge amounts of fairly entertaining, if not terribly realistic, sex, drugs, and, yes, rock and roll. And, for the most part the acting is excellent, especially Gael Garcia Bernal and Bernadette Peters, with Debra Monk shining as well -- the only problem acting-wise is Lola Kirke, who is supposed to be so beautiful and charismatic that all men fall for her the moment they see her, while she actually comes off sluggish, petulant, and charmless.
But the oddest part of this show: our liberal, sweet, musical artist heroine is a huge Ayn Rand fan -- well, that's beyond the pale -- Ayn Rand being the heroine of the far right wing, the crazy lunatics of the republican party, and, apparently, the classical musicians of New York?
Nit-picking? Yea, maybe. But Ayn Rand-love is enough of a spoiler to spoil a show.
But the oddest part of this show: our liberal, sweet, musical artist heroine is a huge Ayn Rand fan -- well, that's beyond the pale -- Ayn Rand being the heroine of the far right wing, the crazy lunatics of the republican party, and, apparently, the classical musicians of New York?
Nit-picking? Yea, maybe. But Ayn Rand-love is enough of a spoiler to spoil a show.
