The tunes are pleasant but not memorable; there is a lot of Bach cum John Adams counterpoint alternating with sub-Sondheim stuff. David Soul was attractive and less slimy than the character is perhaps meant to be. I am glad finally to have seen it and also quite pleased not to have seen it in the theatre and paid money.
I was quite impressed by the prodigious way they turned the stock swear words into musical material - even Mozart, who had a taste for such things, would have been impressed by the endless canonic repetition of fuck and cunt.
And of course it ended up with a lot of Blake - that fine old heretic who would be in so much trouble today. Everything that lives is holy; energy is bliss; the marriage of heaven and hell.
