![]() And the show’s title number has the arena-rock grandeur (OK, maybe it’s one power ballad) of a Tony-evening theme song - if this much-derided show gets nominated for any Tony Awards at all.Įven musicals with good scores (like Jason Robert Brown’s Parade, which I reviewed last week) often fall short when it comes to the big love songs. Another comic duet, “I Know You,” in which two dowagers, the Queen and Cinderella’s stepmother, exchange secrets about each other’s past, is a worthy counterpoint to Lerner & Loewe’s “I Remember It Well” from Gigi. ![]() It manages to be both simple, almost generic, and surprising, with its abrupt shifts in tempo and key - not to mention more evocative of the vaguely Elizabethan-era setting than anything in & Juliet or Six, two other current (and critically lauded) Broadway musicals set in the same period. Take “So Long,” the sprightly first-act duet between Cinderella and her childhood compatriot, Prince Sebastian. The fact is, no matter how un-cool Lloyd Webber has become, he’s still the best melody-maker on Broadway. And if you were to bring earplugs to Bad Cinderella, you would miss what is easily the best new Broadway score of the season. May I respond? For one thing, Bad Cinderella has almost no power ballads - at least, not in the sense of operatic roof-raisers like “The Music of the Night,” from Phantom of the Opera, or “Just One Look” (Sunset Boulevard). Also, far from going in one ear and out the other, I found myself actually humming the music as I left the theater - and searching YouTube to hear it again when I got home. Peter Marks, in the Washington Post, dismisses the score as “an all-too-predictable supply of power-ballads.” The music “goes in one ear and comes out the other,” writes Time Out’s Adam Feldman, “without troubling anything in between.” And New York Times critic Jesse Green’s withering advice to anyone attending the show: “Bring earplugs.” Talk about giving critics an easy lay-up.īut what about the music? To most of the show’s reviewers, it hardly seems to exist. Also, bad on whoever decided to add that new adjective to the title of a show that was called simply Cinderella in London. And I won’t try to defend the strained and haphazard book, a tongue-in-cheek updating of the classic fairy tale, recasting Cinderella as a punkish rebel in a kingdom that prizes beauty and beefcake above all else. ![]() But his latest show, Bad Cinderella - which has just arrived Broadway, following a run in London’s West End - has received the usual drubbing from the New York critics. He made something of a comeback with the atypical School of Rock in 2015. The British composer may not be producing the breakthrough hits of his early collaborations with Tim Rice ( Jesus Christ Superstar, Evita), but even his least successful shows of recent years, like The Woman in White or Whistle Down the Wind, had scores that were worth listening to. His lush, pop-operatic scores have gone decidedly out of fashion - but not with me. ![]() That’s the only explanation I have for the wall of critical resistance that greets nearly every new Broadway musical by Andrew Lloyd Webber. But the music itself - always hard to describe in words - is too often ignored. Sure, they often quote lyrics, and maybe talk about how well or poorly the songs are integrated with the story. I sometimes wonder if theater critics actually listen to the music in Broadway musicals. ![]()
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