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More than most musicals, caution tape reading “in the eye of the beholder” should wrap around “Summertime.” Because one man’s mush is another’s ecstasy.
In Carlos López Estrada’s follow-up to his make-rhymes-not-hurt feature directorial debut, “Blindspotting,” spoken-word poets share their personal truths through stories of Los Angeles. The sunny, diverse musical delivers sugary messages of self-affirmation with the shine of a lollipop and the stickiness of a half-eaten sucker. It’s a bold attempt, putting a neo-realist spotlight on a bevvy of first-time and nascent actors, but presented under an obnoxious treacle banner.