
When the Spectator Sport Was the Best Game in Town
By CONRAD BLACK
|As is so often the case with projects like this, the score seems like so much filler. The songs suggest whipped cream layered on or between plot developments. They can be fun but add little to the cake, and ultimately make the show feel bloated.

From here on out, can we agree that no musical comedy adapted from a hit film should run longer than two hours? With a handful of exceptions — among them the holiday tonic “Elf,” which recently returned to Broadway — such outings do little more than rehash familiar stories, seldom with much imagination, while the songs that essentially pad them out are even less frequently memorable.

By CONRAD BLACK
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By MICHEL GURFINKIEL
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By THE NEW YORK SUN
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By JAMES BROOKE
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By A.R. HOFFMAN
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By MATTHEW RICE
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By MATTHEW RICE
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By DAVID MASTIO
|From here on out, can we agree that no musical comedy adapted from a hit film should run longer than two hours? With a handful of exceptions — among them the holiday tonic “Elf,” which recently returned to Broadway — such outings do little more than rehash familiar stories, seldom with much imagination, while the songs that essentially pad them out are even less frequently memorable.
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