by: Charles Isherwood
Friday, June 19, 2009
A review of the show after it moved to Broadway
Think of the Broadway musical, its past, present or future, and any number of phrases may spring to mind, depending on your affection for this embattled but persistent form of popular entertainment. The great American art form. Karaoke nightmare. Bring the kids, leave the I.Q. at home. Another op’nin, another revival. Probably nobody thinks: pure sex. That might just change. A straight shot of eroticism steamed open last night at the Eugene O’Neill Theater under the innocuous name of “Spring Awakening,” and Broadway, with its often puerile sophistication and its sterile romanticism, may never be the same.
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