Tossing around variations on words like "disaster," "inelegant," and "disappointment," Dooley goes on to complain that the production does not feature any of his favorite songs from MGM's film. "Instead," he writes, "these [songs] and others are replaced by tawdry knock-offs."
Dooley anticipates criticism of his tone, and preemptively defends himself:
As the nation’s foremost critic of puppetry and mime, I feel unto a marionette on a string myself, forced (sometimes against my will) to play the same role in every review: “It’s puppetry, Dooley,” the editor will say. “Give it a rave and let’s move on. The kids won’t notice anyway.”
But I cannot remain silent when the proud, ancient art form to which I have dedicated my life is treated like a Medicaid mill.
Comment? The story speaks for itself. Dooley is a columnist with a valid opinion. He has been to many many shows at Puppetworks and has written many raves, mild criticism, and attacks.
He is a valued member of our staff. We are, I believe, the only newspaper with a dedicated puppetry, mime and kids music reviewer. That is something to be praised, not attacked.