this town also brought you David Mamet, the Statue of Liberty, Orianna Fallacci, Bishop Fulton Sheen,.... ogawd the list is endless.
It's past your bedtime wherever you are, I'm sure.
Therefore every piece of crap that appears off-off Broadway is to be treated with kid gloves and revered as the expression of the tortured human soul that it is.
Meanwhile, Cats remains one of the all time box office boffos.
And, I'm sorry to inform, that when a touring version of Urinetown did condescend to visit my little jerkwater corner of Terra Firma, I actually enjoyed it.
Nighty-night.
It's past your bedtime wherever you are, I'm sure.
Lighten up, Francis!