The only Sondheim shows I haven't seen are Saturday Night, Anyone Can Whistle, and Follies, and only the last is a canonical work. I have a reasonable excuse in that Follies is pretty infrequently produced, in large part because, as Sondheim puts it in Finishing the Hat, the show is a "bit crippled by its size, ambition, and mysteriousness." So, though I've heard mixed things about the new revival en route to Broadway from the Kennedy Center, I'm still looking forward to it.
My preview piece in this week's Time Out has more, including an explanation of the above headline.
Above: Sondheim in 1970
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