By Alan Caruba
It's an "age thing", but I can barely watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade because--to me-- it is just one long commercial. Every balloon and every float seem to have some kind of tie-in with a buy-me message. But then again, it is a parade sponsored by a chain of department stores!
And, again, is it just me or has Broadway had a total melt-down of creativity? Every musical appears to have begun as a movie. Having grown up in an era when Broadway musicals had their own original plots and some truly memorable songs, I was unimpressed by the brief performances I watched. Is everything a spin-off today? Also the dancing more resembles a work-out at the local weight-loss or fitness emporium than what used to be real choreography.
Where's Bob Fosse when you need him? Or Hal Prince? Or Rogers and Hammerstein?
I also have a limit for how many bands I can watch at one sitting. So, in truth, I didn't watch much of the parade, though I did try to watch parts of it.
The rest of the day was devoted to rest. I mostly napped in between reading.
Sorry, no big family dinner. Those days are gone with loved ones who have passed on and what is left of the family otherwise occupied.