Saturday Night

So apparently one of Stephen Sondheim's earliest musicals, Saturday Night transferred from a tiny venue to a bigger venue and I went and saw it with my friend Ginger. It got great reviews, advertised as a singing and dancing non-stop train or some sort. Well, it was a short run, and it's not really worth writing about. I will say the singing was at times cringe-worthy (even in a funky Sondheim score, the flat notes were like WHOA) and the dancing (there was dancing?) was not a train of any sort. However, it was kind of an endearing story line of guys in Brooklyn trying to live it up and get laid, although everything I thought was going to be interesting about it just kind of fell apart. Yeah, the second act not so great. Okay, that's enough.