That’s how I feel about “Violet”, the current revival of the Jeanine Tesori musical starring Sutton Foster as a young, disfigured woman in the south on a journey to get a televangelist to fix her face. It’s the “American Hustle” of this awards season, except of course it’s 100x better than “American Hustle” because please. But like I said about that horrid movie, it's like "The Emperor's New Clothes", with everyone saying how they like it, I think, in order to save face. Although "Violet" is actually decent and perfectly performed, I think people are "Emperor's New Clothes"-ing it in their over-effusive, insanely exuberant adoration for what is really just an okay show.
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