Friday, August 20, 2004
Can you hear the horsemen of doomsday, well listen to Dracula: The musical and prepare your soul; Jesus is coming back!
What's next, a musical about talking cats? oh never mind.
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looming like a giant stuffed bat on a stick, the easiest target on Broadway. "Dracula, the Musical," which sets the familiar tale of old snaggletooth to the familiar music of Frank Wildhorn, creaked open last night at the Belasco Theater with all the animation, suspense and sex appeal of a Victorian waxworks in a seaside amusement park.
Expectations were exceedingly low for this latest offering from the unstoppable Mr. Wildhorn — the composer of the expensively dressed clunkers "Jekyll and Hyde," "The Scarlet Pimpernel" and "The Civil War" — and expectations have not been disappointed. So go ahead. Take your shots. Say something, if you must, about toothlessness or bloodlessness or the kindness of hammering stakes into the hearts of undead shows. Think of every appropriate variation you can involving the verbs to bite and to suck.
What's next, a musical about talking cats? oh never mind.
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