The illusions that special effects wizard Paul Kieve has created, assisted by Jon Driscoll's shrewd lighting, fare better, although they’re not all as smooth as one might expect. In fact they broke down at a critics' performance a few nights after Joanne and I saw the show.
Memo to Rubin: Jokes that casually define Hispanics as congenital thieves are not funny. Meanwhile, a gospel sequence is not only hackneyed but adds insult to that injury by being gratuitous.
“They’ll probably hang on with the hope that they’ll get some Tony nominations,” I said. “Ah,” said Joanne, shaking her head. “I don’t think that’s going to happen.”