Even to a kid, there was always something a little weird about “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’’ when it showed up on our TV screens every year around Christmastime.
The clunky Rankin/Bass stop-motion animation, which seemed low-rent and old-fashioned even in the mid-1960s. The sweatshop conditions of Santa’s workshop, with that fascistic head elf hollering at poor little Hermey, who wanted only to heed the siren song of . . . the dental profession. The Island of Misfit Toys that seemed more like a Village of the Damned.
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I saw the play as well, paid for "VIP" seats, and although i enjoyed the play and have been a frequent Landry VIP patron, this is probably the last play I will go to. Packed in like sardines, my 45 dollar seats were in the last row, seems like all the seats were "VIP", so what was the point? Mr. Landry and the Orphans have way outgrown the Machine and should look for another venue, even if it cuts into his profits, I, and others around me sitting on top of each other agreed, that the packing of seats was more about the almighty dollar than the theater going experience.