Traveling with the Ancient.
We are adrift at sea. We have nothing to survive on, but gluttonous buffets and 3rd world entertainment. There’s not a Thurston or Lovie Howell to be seen. Often people say that on a cruise the entertainment is just like Broadway and it’s like dining in a 4-star restaurant every night. Well, if Bratislava’s winner of Eastern Block Idol is your equivalent to Patty Lupone and you tend to be the person who rates a McDonald’s 3 1/2 stars in Yelp, then that’s a spot on assessment. Last night’s show featured excerpts from Oklahoma performed by Bulgarians, Slovakians, and Belarusians, as the theater’s fourth wall tumbled with the end of communism rendering it merely into a surrey with the fringe on top. I have dutifully tolerated these “Broadway (above Washington Heights) Reviews, as my Mom loves the big production values, which haven’t been used by the producers since they launched Sputnik. In reality, we are enjoying ourselves, despite the cheesiness of the shows. Although, I think I’d dig Thurston Howell’s musical rendition of Hamlet vs. tomorrow night’s fare.
Rubber Chicken 