I wasn’t quite what to expect from the experience of seeing Pee-Wee Herman live onstage. Would it be an emotionally remote Xerox copy of the TV show? A cult event like Spamalot or Kiki and Herb on Broadway? In the event, I found myself helplessly swept up in its fiendish charms. You can read my review online at CultureVulture here.
Like Jesse Green in New York magazine, I found myself cackling at the idea of Pee-Wee Herman opening on Broadway at a theater originally named for Henry Miller and recently renamed in honor of Stephen Sondheim. I loved it, though, that when Green brought it up in his interview, Paul Reubens wouldn’t put up with any snickering:
Yours is the first show in the former Henry Miller’s Theater since it was renamed for Stephen Sondheim. Some people might find that ironic—do you?
I don’t know what you mean. I love Sondheim’s work.