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Is it possible to be brainwashed by sequins?
Nice try, but not today, sparkly Satan.The Cher Showis not good.
Its extravagantly, almost triumphantly not good.
Is the show so ludicrous that its somehow transcended itself?
Is it a victory for camp?
Its Cher, after all.
Yes, yes we have.
Theyre likeKing Kongs big monkey.
It might be, but here goes.
Block (it feels right to have at least one Elphaba in the mix) as the Star.
Its a sort ofBeautiful GirlfromSingin in the Rainwith way more underboob.
Or maybe because, fuck it, its Cher?!
(I considerthisan insane masterpiece, so.)
And theres way too much of the latter.
Do what you couldnt do before:Tell him.
I had nothing and now Im a star.I went from shy-and-afraid-of-people to Goddess-Warrior-With-Wings.And so can you!
Or, no, not really, but you could pay to watch me.
The funny thing is, I have no argument with the legend status of actual Cher.
Cher is the only artist ever to have number-oneBillboardchart singles in six consecutive decades.
Tell that to Mick Jagger, Block snaps.
Its the shows blithely formulaic nature that drags things down.
And that requires more than costumes, even costumes by Bob Mackie.
It requires more than wigs and wings and sailors and celebrities and tango-ing gypsies and hoedown-ing cowboys.
The problem isnt that its all too much.
Its that, when all the glitters swept up, its not nearly enough.
The Cher Showis at the Neil Simon Theatre.
