Where is the recognition that a "book of raunch," rather than reflecting a mature and vibrant culture, is symptomatic of one in steep, full-on decline, drunk on its power and narcissism (including Baker's pet vice, sexual titillation)?
Everyone connected with this over-hyped, accident-riddled mega-production -- at $65 million, Broadway's most expensive -- needs to take a long, deep breath and, at long last, get a reality check.
When Columbus set sail for what turned out to be our shores in 1492, he was not altogether sure whether or when he was going to see dry land again. So what does that have to do with today's world? A lot.