Michael Moore’s solo show, “The Terms of My Surrender,” comes as close to being a campaign rally as anything you are likely to see on Broadway – or anywhere else, for that matter, save an actual one. Taking the stage of the Belasco Theatre to the kind of frenzied adoration currently being enjoyed on Broadway only by Bette Midler, the liberal filmmaker and author flings at his audience plenty of red meat dripping with contempt for Donald Trump, the country’s current “president,” as Moore puts it, fingers winking air quotes. And yet this shaggy but enjoyable evening, an autobiographical solo show spliced with a rabble-rousing call to arms against the reigning political regime, contains more surprises – and more funny diversions – than I expected.
Review: ‘The Terms of My Surrender’
Michael Moore’s solo show, “The Terms of My Surrender,” comes as close to being a campaign rally as anything you are likely to see on Broadway – or anywhere else, for that matter, save an actual one.
