So, I’m old and cranky and I don’t like anything.
I especially don’t like musicals where the sound is loud and directionless. (Except, because it's Studio 54, the orchestra: winds to the right, everyone else to the left, except the "piano," which thunders from somewhere under the stage.)
And when every soloist picks their own pitch to start the opening number, you’re sunk as soon as the curtain rises. When your cast afterward exhibits little chemistry, it’s doesn't matter because it's too late.
I will, however, admit to liking Corbin Bleu’s footwork, James T. Lane’s boundless energy and understudy Christine Cornish Smith’s spunk.