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Have not read the book, but saw the show in New York. I was greatly underwhelmed. Not a fan of Stephen Schwartz, and his Wicked score is, to me, puke-inducing.
(I'm so sick of Broadway power ballads I'd like to rip Mandy Patinkin's arms off and beat Patti Lupone and Bernadette Peters to death with 'em. But I digress.)
The show is over-produced, simplistic, patronizing, and apparently geared toward the pre-pubescent girls who fill the cheap seats and squeal for their favorite witchy-poos upon each entrance.
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