
Not a lot actually happens in Emerald City, which I think contributes to the problem: there are a lot of words to very little action. It’s a fairly shallow treatment of the problem of the highbrow versus the lowbrow.

From its snappy opening with the four leads singing the title song, the audience knows that they are in for a fun show.

There’s nothing quite like an ensemble of exceptionally skilled circus artists to make one feel completely physically inadequate one minute, and then struck dumb with awe the next.
