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October 14, 2003

I Love Bad

The movie Pluto Nash was so amazingly bad that I wanted to run out and show all my friends. The movie Boat Trip was so rotten that I wanted to share my giddy displeasure with everyone who would listen.

Unfortunately, I may never enjoy the pleasing horror of the musical Money to Burn.

The musical thriller, written and directed by newcomer Daniel Abineri, made its final curtain after the October 11 matinee, with the Saturday evening performance -- which never happened -- due to start an hour or so later.
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The producers, in a statement, blamed the swift demise on "the devastating reviews and the immediate impact that these reviews had on our future box office." The notices were unusually savage, especially in a town where theater critics tend to couch their harsher observations with the occasional leavening word. Not so here.

Charles Spencer in The Daily Telegraph called the musical's account of an aristocratic loafer named Lord Oliver Justin "jaw-droppingly dreadful." In The Guardian, Michael Billington was one of several critics to give the show one star out of five: "Faced with such dross as this, one's first inclination is to run screaming into the night."

I feel as if I've missed a wonderful opportunity.

So sad.

Read the story.

Posted by zombyboy at October 14, 2003 02:26 PM | TrackBack

Comments

Sigh. Every critic waits for the day when they encounter a piece of work so undeniably bad that they can pull out all the stops and use all those razor-sharp barbs they have been saving up for years. It is the Great White Whale, the Holy Grail of Critics, something with No Redeeming Value.

I kind of wish I had gotten to see it as well.

Posted by: David Strain at October 15, 2003 02:56 PM