I don’t know why I’m so fascinated with the movie “Outbreak,” but I am. For some reason, I find it to be the greatest unintentional comedy ever produced. It’s got everything I want in a terrible film: overpaid stars phoning in their performances; a glossy production budget that’s wasted at every turn; a “Movie of the Week” script rife with clichés; infected monkeys run amok —what more could I ask for?
Well, let me answer that question. “Outbreak” doesn’t have any song and dance numbers. What I wouldn’t do to see this movie turned into a big musical production! Broadway, are you listening?