Cover blurb and theater section spread from the April 23, 1991, issue of the Village Voice. VV archive
Theater was never my beat, so I generally took Michael Feingold’s word on it. He’d been writing criticism for the Voice since 1971, and in 1991, I (along with many folks in the office) was LOL’ing (before we knew that was what we were doing) over his brilliant takedown of the bloated and cynical (though destined to be wildly popular) Broadway musical Miss Saigon. His opening salvo savaging everyone and everything to do with the production of the play and the theater-industrial complex
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