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In Which Peter Pan Live Knocks The Wind Out Of My Sarcasm

I’m tempted to critique Peter Pan Live like I would a stage performance: to point out which voices wobbled when (hardly any, and hardly ever), who were the strongest singers, the strongest dancers, and who needed work. But I’m not going to, because Peter Pan Live was such brilliant fun and so beautifully executed, from the seamless transitions across what must have been a massive set, to the spectacular camera work, and the endearing performances that stood up even to close-ups.

I don’t care if I sound like one of Steven Stanley’s notoriously kiss-ass LA Stage Scene theater reviews.

Bravo.

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