When you’re sitting through the inane “We Will Rock You’’ at the Boston Opera House — not that I recommend you do — the show’s title can start to take on the menacing aura of a threat.
As in: We will bombard you. We will pummel you. We will obliterate subtlety, true originality, and narrative coherence. We will trowel on sounds and sights in the fervent hope you will mistake this garish shriekfest for entertainment.