Yesterday I saw Weston High School’s production of Urinetown. It was exceptionally well done, with excellent acting, singing, and dancing, as well as a first-rate performance by the tiny orchestra in the pit. Time flew by, and the two-and-a-quarter hours felt like half that. And yet…and yet…I don’t like the musical. There are occasionally amusing take-offs on other musicals, ranging from West Side Story to Fiddler on the Roof to Les Mis to Chicago, but it’s all just too post-modern, too cynical, too ironic, and too disrespectful for my tastes. Maybe I was just in a bad mood.