'Xanadu' Weaves Its Campy Spell On Most Curmudgeonly Critic
Has someone adjusted life-hating Times theater critic Charles Isherwood's medication? Possibly! Or maybe he's discovered the gay Prozac, in the form of Xanadu, the musical. Today he delivers a (slightly hedging, but you take what you can get from this guy) rave.
[T]he creators and performers of "Xanadu" desecrate the theatah with such sharp good humor and magnetic high spirits that you won't have much time to weep for the cultural blight that too much of Broadway has become. And in fact, there is enough first-rate stage talent rolling around in "Xanadu" to power a season of wholly new, old-school, non-jukebox musicals, if someone would get around to writing a few good ones.
If this is how Isherwood feels, imagine what his colleague Ben Brantley must have thought! We're guessing multiple orgasms.
