I went to see “The Hip-Hop Nutcracker” on Thursday night at the Eccles Theater. Ardent purists of the original would no doubt be aghast at the substitution of B-boy breakdancing for ballet, at the periodic inclusion of a scratching DJ, at the ever-so-lamentable disdain for tradition.
As the patrons left the venue, they headed up the aisles, attempting their best dance shimmies. As they exited the doors, they were still singing along to MC Kurtis Blow’s show-ending performance of “The Breaks.”
There was smiling. There was laughing. There was nary a soul shaking a fist at the disrespectful kids these days.