Versace, Ray-Bans, Michael Milken, Duran Duran, Odeon, Christie Brinkley. Partying all night through downtown Manhattan's glam disco scene. Sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll--and a guy who discovers that he really loved his mother too. If you can get past the notion that Bright Lights, Big City, Jay McInerney's 1984 novel about a Manhattan yuppie on a downward spiral, is a time capsule whose time has passed, it's actually not a bad idea for a musical.
And sure enough, now it is one, opening last week off-Broadway with a contradictory set of expectations. On the one hand, it's a rare case of...
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