My gateway show was not Cats"nor was it Les Miz or Phantom. I grew up, like any self-respecting theater snob, disdaining such tourist trash from afar. Lacking youthful nostalgia for Andrew Lloyd Webber's synth-heavy score and the trademark image of actors writhing about in leg warmers, hissing through face paint, I've now seen the real thing live and up close. It blew my mind a little"like experiencing someone else's…
SOURCE: Time Out at 07:45PM on July 31, 2016