August 11, 2017

SO MICHAEL MOORE HAS A PLAY ON BROADWAY, AND EVEN LIBERAL REVIEWERS SAY IT’S A GODAWFUL HOUR AND A HALF OF THE MOST BORING FIRE AND BRIMSTONE PROGRESSIVE CHURCH YOU COULD IMAGINE: When you’ve lost the Gray Lady…

“The Terms of My Surrender,” which opened on Thursday at the Belasco, is a bit like being stuck at Thanksgiving dinner with a garrulous, self-regarding, time-sucking uncle. Gotta love him — but maybe let’s turn on the television.

Mr. Moore, awkward and often tongue-tied, is not a natural stage creature. There is a script, but it seems to be more of a reconfigurable scaffold, changing from night to night…A lot of the material is thus delivered semi-impromptu, with all the stutters and longueurs that entails.

To make up for this Mr. Moore affects a cute, common-man delivery that fools no one, though the crowd at the Belasco, including a few shills, claps for almost all of the bait he tosses. Some toss bait back, including vulgar imprecations against the president that are hardly distinguishable from the cries of “Lock her up” that horrify us in other settings.

Ticket prices for Moore’s show range from $29.00 in the balcony to $149.00 for an orchestra row seat. How many people will say, “Man, I’ve got $300 burning a hole in my pocket; I want an exciting night on the town – honey, let’s go see Michael Moore on Broadway!!”