Or is that just being philistine, like saying of 'Modern Art' “that doesn't even look like a tree".
The set, though spare in its basics, was constantly cluttered and unprepossessing to look at. The songs (as in all theatre, including Shakespeare, where third-rate composers try and write with-it contemporary tunes to the old words) were awful (perhaps with one exception): unlovely and unmemorable, the main singer with a strange diction and some problem with his esses (ss); the band pathetic, or maybe its sound system. And all the time there was unexplainable 'business' going on: an actor made some strange gesture or suddenly ran to the back of the set or got very excited and one didn't have a clue what it meant.
I ended up thinking, shouldn't most of these people, and especially the director, go out and get proper jobs?
Give me films any day. (Though Pirandello was great a few months ago.)