
The reviews for Tina – The Tina Turner Musical are in and if you like the jukebox musical genre, you’re going to love it. For those on the fence about whether we need yet another bio musical, Adrienne Warren’s knockout performance and Tina Turner’s incredible songs might be enough to make this worth your while. Critics universally agree that the book is weak, but if you’re after something that feels like rock concert, this is the Broadway musical for you.
NEW YORK TIMES REVIEW OF TINA, THE TINA TURNER MUSICAL
Tina Turner gets the bio-jukebox treatment, with all its lows (emaciated storytelling) and one of its peaks (a star-making performance from Adrienne Warren). It’s a good tale, in theory, cut to the pattern of classic drama. Two elemental forces — hurricane-voiced Anna Mae Bullock and typhoon-tempered Ike Turner…
DEADLINE REVIEW OF TINA, THE TINA TURNER MUSICAL
There’s a terrific YouTube clip of Janis Joplin, resplendent in a 1969 splash of crimson, purple and gold, trying to explain to a square Dick Cavett why Tina Turner is her favorite singer, “the best chick ever.” The Ike and Tina Turner Revue, Joplin continues, includes Ike “her husband and bandleader.” But…
VARIETY REVIEW OF TINA, THE TINA TURNER MUSICAL
“Now, that’s what I call a Broadway show!” That’s what the stranger sitting next to me at the Lunt-Fontanne Theater yelled into my ear at the roof-raising finale of “Tina: The Tina Turner Musical.” I’d say he nailed it. Call “Tina” a jukebox musical or a bio-musical or anything you want to call it, but above…
HOLLYWOOD REPORTER REVIEW OF TINA, THE TINA TURNER MUSICAL
Adrienne Warren plays the legendary queen of rock ‘n’ roll across more than three tumultuous decades, from her humble Tennessee roots through her abusive first marriage to her jubilant reinvention in the 1980s. If you aim to embody the indomitable spirit of a beloved subject named not once but twice in the…
NEW YORK OBSERVER REVIEW OF TINA, THE TINA TURNER MUSICAL
About 35 minutes into Tina: The Tina Turner Musical, I began to feel very protective toward the title subject. I battled the urge to jump onto the Lunt-Fontanne stage and angrily defend Tina from all the torture and humiliation going on. Call it patriarchal, call it white saviorism, but I found the great singer…