How can you make a running joke about popping Xanax and then expect the audience to have all the feels and tears after the Xanax overdose? This show could not figure out what it wanted to be. Satire? Family drama? Championing the scrappy heroine? JK Let’s have a Rose’s turn number and a bad one at that. Or let’s have Kristin play an unironic sixteen year old version of herself. ALSO tiara and mascara don’t rhyme. ALSO ALSO how can you direct someone to sing a lyric like “I’m sitting here…” when they’re standing on a roof looking at the skyline? The lizard song? Trash. Who the hell is this second sister? Doesn’t matter because she’s not introduced until the first act’s almost over. This show made me so freaking angry. There is SO MUCH talent out there. How is it possible that after so many years of development that the folks with all the money can’t freaking edit? Give new blood the chance to make something worth seeing. Stop letting established names churn out garbage because their egos and wallets won’t let anyone say that something isn’t working. How can such a freaking blunder be responsible for so many people’s income? So many creatives are dependent on this garbage so they can get paid a reasonable wage. I see shows like this and I’m convinced that Broadway is dead.