J.J. Abrams' Star Trek reboot franchise performs several admirable balancing acts. Among them:
I went back and added a line — if nothing else it differentiates this one from the previous Showgirls musicals. This one really goes for it. It's not ballsy; it's titsy.
I do account for the straight-guy appeal, but it does bear mentioning that Kidwell is frequently topless, as is most of the female cast.
The songs are funny in concept alone. They are often as clever as the script. Initially none stuck with me (there was just a guitar-bass setup at the Kraine — drums have been added for the XL shows), but while I was writing this, "Fucking Underwater" and "We Should Probably Just Fuck" were both looping in my head.
Opening-nighters unite. I saw this at a theater on the boardwalk of the South Jersey town I grew up in. It was my friend and I, and then two or three lone men scattered about the theater. We were the only ones laughing.
April Kidwell shrieks, "Different places!" about five minutes into Showgirls the Musical, and the crowd loses it. This is in response to being asked where she's from, and though these words alone are not particularly funny, their delivery is. So are the flying French fries that punctuate the line.
For years, Morgan Geist has been preaching a lot of what they are saying now re: warmth/loudness.
I loved Discovery from the start, but I am open to this worming its way into my brain. I can't imagine it doing so except via singles here and there, but believe me, I wanted to like this.
Enjoy it! I wish I liked it more.
