It takes more than a holy spirit and revivalist verve to make “Tammy Faye” divinely suited for musical theater.
It would take a creative team knowing what their show wants to be: a campy hoot, a stinging indictment, an anguished melodrama, a witty satire, a revealing biography? The new Broadway musical “Tammy Faye” touches on all of these points of view but lands on none with any sense of confidence, consistency or purpose. It’s as messy as Tammy’s mascara.
This misguided West End import, directed by Rupert Goold with songs by Elton John, starts its story of the teary televangelist with a sense of wicked outrageousness. A white-gowned
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