Lullaby of Off-Off-Broadway


But where are the sequins?

I’ve seen a couple chamber musicals this week–10 Million Miles at the Atlantic and Horizon at NYTW–and I’m due to see another, Passing Strange at the Public tomorrow. I’m sure I’ll see the new version for the Civilians‘ Gone Missing as well. I enjoyed the first two, I’ll likely like the next two also. But I’m starting to detect an odd prejudice in myself, away from the intimate and delicate and towards the sequinned and bombastic. I certainly don’t feel this way about straight plays, often exactly the opposite, but there’s something about a musical, the fierce unreality of suddenly breaking into spontaneous yet perfectly rhymed song that makes me hungry for dance numbers and really cool light effects. Am I alone in this?