Last night I saw the long-running SF revue Beach Blanket Babylon. The performers were enormously talented but sitting through the show was like dental surgery. The “topical” stuff was extermely dated (PG&E and rolling blackouts? Dot-com fever? puhleeze) and at best it hit a sort of Jay Leno-esque level of obviousness (shopping with Winona Ryder references, etc.). I enjoyed the talent of the performers, their energy, flexibility, and sheer vocal talent, but the content itself was just awful.


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