Big weekend, watching the all-dancing, all-recycled-worn-out-moldy-oldies Broadway review, "Burn the Floor," or, as I like to call it, "Mambo Mia."
Curtain rises. First glimpse: a disco ball.
First reaction: Leap to my feet, "Taxi!!!"
Two hours of sweaty, herky-jerky, half-naked spunky-funky trying to convince me they are The Chosen Hipsters. That's a show; accept this $66.40.
Can someone confirm I'm not delirious? I've had no Tainted Hollandaise Smoothies. Just some Season Tickets Hell.
And nail your shoes to the floor. I'm in no mood to squint footwork.
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