(Now that the D Internet Goddess has me blogging again from our Abrams Road bureau.)
Very good review in the Star-Telegram today by new critic Preston Jones that pretty much mirrors what my wife said about the show: Justin is a fine singer and dancer, but the production elements and the song lineup (three songs in a row with him at the piano = BOR-ing!) could be improved. My 12-year-old daughter, who got back in town in time to see the show (and who is going to a dentist appointment this morning with a very sore throat), says:
“It was good. The screens were annoying. And he shouldn’t dress like his dancers, because I lost him a few times. And he kept saying ‘Dallas,’ I think because Christina Aguilera accidentally said ‘Houston’ when she was here. But it was good.”
Alas, they missed most of Pink, the opening act. I think her new album is great, so I’d love a FBvian report on her set, as well as anything you’d like to add about JT. Other than the fact that he was good. We know that.
