Maybe it's just just me; maybe lots of heterosexuals born since World War II really do love musicals. But I have never knowingly hummed a show tune. I take it only on faith that Rodgers and Hammerstein were geniuses. Ethel Merman's voice was powerful, sure, and powerfully annoying. Each new Andrew Lloyd Webber musical seems like an ice show putting on airs, Siegfried and Roy with bathos. To a majority of people under 50, I'm convinced, the formal conceit of musicals (a so-so play during which the actors inexplicably sing their hearts out every 10 minutes) is both corny and surreal,...
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