This stolid poperetta, which features book, music and lyrics by Jill Santoriello and is directed and choreographed by Warren Carlyle, is one of those unfortunate shows that are neither witty in themselves nor able to inspire wit in others.
(Who alive at the time has forgotten her quest for the zipless not-to-be-printed-in-these-pages sexual experience?) Some best-selling books try to give readers a heightened (more coherent, more dramatic and witty) version of themselves and their friends.
By contrast, the Marseillais think of themselves as witty, cocksure characters whose mission in life is to cut through bullshit.
IT'S only a week into 2001 and headline writers have already proven themselves a pretty witty and original bunch.
Those who prefer their literature witty but genteel can imagine themselves into the shoes of Jane Austen, who was a frequent visitor.
It's as if they want to tag team and simply hear themselves speak, repeating "witty" dimwit ditties.
While it is important to be compassionate and realize that your frenemy may have gotten into a pattern of difficult interactions with others and see themselves as clever, witty or superior, it's equally important to look after yourself.
No one ― not even Chrissy Teigen ― is as witty and great as they portray themselves on social media.
And she chose performers who were witty as well as fearless about losing themselves in this bizarre dance.
Last year nearly 20 million people tuned in, a six-year ratings high, while critics (including this one) fell over themselves praising the quick and witty hosting of Poehler and Tina Fey who acknowledged the show's shady past.
Ensconced in lovely surroundings with utterly lovely people, Rodney's friends, disporting themselves charmingly, laughing and listening to witty conversation, music and poetry...what great fun.
