I got a trifle intemperate in today’s Wall Street Journal, where I reviewed Dracula: The Musical, not very affectionately:
Frank Wildhorn, the Rodney Dangerfield of Broadway, is no more likely to get any respect for “Dracula: The Musical,” which opened last night at the Belasco Theater, than for his previous shows. I don’t wish to inflict needless pain on innocent bystanders, so if you actually liked “Jekyll & Hyde” or “The Scarlet Pimpernel,” my suggestion is that you stop reading now, since I bring not peace but a sword — or, rather, a wooden stake.
Actually, Mr. Wildhorn’s watery score isn’t the worst thing about “Dracula.” His is more a sin of omission, since he has neglected to write any tunes capable of being remembered for longer than 10 seconds at a time, meaning that you forget them before they’re over. (Believe me, it’s better that way.) No, the villains-in-chief are Don Black (“Bombay Dreams”) and Christopher Hampton (“Sunset Boulevard”), who share blame for the clich