Michael Moore’s one-man Broadway show, “The Terms of My Surrender,” closed on Sunday, marking the end of a 13-week run in which the show was ultimately a disappointment.
BroadwayWorld.com a website that tracks Broadway ticket sales, pegged the show’s final gross at about $4.2 million.
In its first full week, “The Terms of My Surrender” grossed $456,195. But the show’s earnings gradually sank in the weeks that followed, before seeing a surge in its final weeks.
In its final week, the show grossed $367,634.
Meant to be a commentary on his life in politics and a satirical attack on Trump, preliminary reviews of Moore’s show peg it as a self-absorbed bore. Even the liberal-friendly New York Times gave it a humiliating review at the time of its release, comparing Moore to a drunk uncle at Thanksgiving.
Still, you don’t have to disagree with Mr. Moore’s politics to find that his shtick has become disagreeable with age. “The Terms of My Surrender,” which opened on Thursday at the Belasco, is a bit like being stuck at Thanksgiving dinner with a garrulous, self-regarding, time-sucking uncle. Gotta love him — but maybe let’s turn on the television.
And, the piece notes, Moore failed at offering liberals a path to countering Trump:
That’s true: “The Terms of My Surrender” is not organized well enough to be either of those things. Certainly, it falls short of offering seriously useful ideas about how individuals can make a difference — as Mr. Moore, drawing on his own biography, insists they can. Details are scant.
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