Was dragged kicking and screaming to the original 'Chorus Line' on Broadway in the 70's. Vowed to hate it and was mesmerized - the music was booming and the dancing athletic as hell (singing wasn't bad either). Saw the revival a few years ago at the Curran on Geary and wasn't wowed.
Since then I've opted out of my wife's merry excursions with girls and gays to Wicked, South Pacific, and Cabaret. Just not my scene.