Next to Normal is as viscerally affecting as it is uncommercial; I have no idea how or why it’s on Broadway proper (which you’re supposed to be able to take your visiting cousins from Kansas who are religious and easily offended to), but here it is, with its dozens of uses of fuck, and it is excellent. And terrible. If you have mental illness/depression issues, I almost /don’t/ recommend seeing it, because as good as it is I straight up went through 10+ tissues and sobbed silently and violently from what must have been the third scene almost straight through.
( You've got a feelin'--it's electroshock! Boogie woogie woogie woo woo... )
( You've got a feelin'--it's electroshock! Boogie woogie woogie woo woo... )