More like the look of chintz and the sound of yawns. Just when off-Broadway's Hank Williams: Lost Highway came along to show how a musical revue could be smart, affecting and even sometimes thrilling, Broadway dredges up this reminder of just how dreary a pastiche can be. Oh sure, the first fifteen minutes are amiable enough, as good, personable singers like Liz Callaway, Janine LaManna and the capacious Capathia Jennings sing some hit tunes by Burt Bacharach and Hal David. But at the 16th minute, we begin to mind the low-rent set's ugliness, the bad ideas (e.g., a tap dance for two men in ghetto clothes and sneakers), the lack of any kind of flow or point of view, and, yes, the blandness of the songs when stacked one atop the other. As this flimsy farrago passed the two-hour mark, the look I gave my watch was decidedly not of love.
