I assume because of my rare review of a show in this blog, the horrible Idol: The Musical closed a few days after I saw it. I vow to use this power sparingly, but in this case, it had to be done.

You know, I read descriptions of about a hundred plays in the NY Fringe Festival, and there are only a few subjects playwrights seem interested in exploring: unearthing a deep family secret, after which, of course, nothing will ever be the same, gender-bending, bad love affairs, and talking about the war in Iraq while seeming to talk about something else.