Renée Zellweger can reach all the notes and hit all the marks, but Garland’s intense emoting eludes her.
I was so stunned by how many fucks it didn’t give that I stopped wondering if I was laughing with it or at it and wondered if my laughter transcended it.
If its copycat visual artistry illuminates nothing, at least its script is sincerely devoted to probing Finkel and Longo’s odd partnership.
Perhaps the biggest question surrounding this show is why it’s even on Broadway in the first place.