A Warning
I feel compelled to tell you that Wicked was the most god-awful shite I've ever seen in my life. It was truly truly dreadful in every respect and had not one redeeming feature - unless you enjoy that Emperor's New Clothes feeling when everyone around you is laughing at things that aren't funny and applauding something that deserves to be pelted with rotten tomatoes.
The world has never seen a better example of the triumph of marketing hype over artistic integrity. Clearly the production's entire budget went on advertising, as it certainly wasn't spent on writers, lyricists, costumes, set, special effects, a sound system, a choreographer, or any of the other necessities of putting on a show. I swear to you that it was SO BAD that I'd launch a counter-marketing campaign if only I had the resources. But I'll have to settle for spewing my bile here and begging, pleading, and imploring all of you to avoid spending your hard-earned money on this travesty.
Please spread the word!
The world has never seen a better example of the triumph of marketing hype over artistic integrity. Clearly the production's entire budget went on advertising, as it certainly wasn't spent on writers, lyricists, costumes, set, special effects, a sound system, a choreographer, or any of the other necessities of putting on a show. I swear to you that it was SO BAD that I'd launch a counter-marketing campaign if only I had the resources. But I'll have to settle for spewing my bile here and begging, pleading, and imploring all of you to avoid spending your hard-earned money on this travesty.
Please spread the word!