At a time when advanced military technology is rendering certain traditional weapons obsolete, Broadway continues to rely on older and older bombs. The latest nostalgia dud is Molly.
Everything that could possibly go wrong with a show has gone wrong with this musical. The score sticks in your ear like wax. The lyrics consist of ditties that a fifth-grader would not dare to pass in to his English teacher. The star (Kay Ballard) spins through her numbers like a treadless tank. She lacks the remotest trace of that sweetly enveloping maternal musk with which Gertrude Berg so winningly...