Last night my firm took us to see The Producers at the Kennedy Center. Fortunately, I was accompanied by a person of impeccable taste who could reassure me that my negative reaction was not the result of a general lack of appreciation for musical theater, but instead was justified by the painfully unfunny and borderline offensive production. I walked out feeling as though I'd been the butt of a bad joke . . . where did they go right, the producers of The Producers, such that this stale camp can get rave reviews? It was not as bad as Urban Cowboy: the Musical. That's about all I can say.