Getting to know yourself better, deeper, and more intimately has fallen under all kinds of labels from meditation to masturbation, from navel gazing to spiritual grazing. The truth is, some people embrace self-examination while others are forced to confront themselves in a mirror.
So what could have led such a fastidious administrator to risk a bundle on the chanciest investment on the planet? A Broadway show, specifically Rocky, the Musical, which closed two weeks ago without recouping its $16,500,000 capital investment.
Two recent productions set in vastly different island cultures told unique coming-of-age stories with the help of tribal gods, the cadences of native music, some convenient magical realism, and a long-established, intensely local tradition of ethnic dance.
It turns out that Rocky is better than the Spider-Man, by several notches in the proverbial heavyweight belt. The Cinderella story, such as it is, is durable; and the sure-to-be-much-talked-about staging of the climactic boxing match more or less delivers the punch of excitement required.