
Julie Taymor’s dispute with the producers of Broadway’s Spider-Man: Turn off the Dark continues this week with a 46-page complaint filed Friday that’s as contentious as it is long. Taymor, who was fired from the show last March, is still seeking back pay, and more importantly for our purposes (the purposes of not being super bored), her complaint sheds some light on the internal Turn off the Dark emails (see what I did there?). There’s a lot to parse, but the gist of it is, Taymor (at least, according to Taymor) was doing her best to make the story work using Bono and Edge’s songs, but not surprisingly, some of their lyrics didn’t make a lot of sense, and they were never around to help re-write them. The complaint quotes an email from Taymor begging for their help working on the song.
A lot is happening. It is getting clearer. The show is running more smoothly. But clarity in the last third is still the issue. We are working hard on it. A major rewrite of LOVE ME KILL ME is happening. But we all believe that the BOY FALLS needs a major rethinking or rejiggering of the lyrics. . . . [I]t is too baffling for the audience. It does not clearly state where Peter is or is going.
On December 19, Taymor again wrote to Bono and Edge:
It is nine pm in NYC. I am just about to sit down to a home cooked meal. I have been at it on [Spider-Man] nonstop. Glen has as well. We are writing lyrics, lines of dialogue, changes in music–all in service to the ending, to clarity. We know what the story is, we understand the stakes–but we do not have the lyrics to support it. I would like to talk to you before midnight my time– after I eat– to go over the situation and beg for lyrics. We need you. It is not easy to change anything but now I think it is a matter of lyrical and musical changes — and perhaps cutting a scene or two from a second act.
Jeez, who would’ve ever thought the guy who once wrote “I want to reach out and touch the flame where the streets have no name” would have such a hard time telling a coherent story, huh? At some point after that, Bono and Edge (who, yes, is indeed referred to as “Edge” throughout the complaint and in private emails) started working with Taymor’s writing partner Glen Berger on a rewrite behind Taymor’s back, a plan they called “plan X.” I absolutely cannot get enough of two grown men calling themselves “Bono” and “The Edge” working on a super secret rewrite of a musical about Spider-Man that they’d named like it was the f*cking Enigma machine. Anyway, they apparently planned to tell Taymor about the plan one night, but Bono showed up drunk with supermodels instead:
Upon information and belief, on January 13, 2011, Cohl, Berger, and Bono met with Taymor in the VIP room of the Foxwoods Theater. Unbeknownst to Taymor, Berger apparently understood that the purpose of the meeting was to finally disclose Plan X to Taymor. As Berger recounted in a later e-mail, however, “that meeting never happened”:
[t]he meeting was postponed until 11 p.m., when Bono was going to show up –except he showed up in our room with Christy Turlington and a couple other supermodels, and he had already had a few beers, rendering him useless — so the producers postponed the meeting till the next afternoon–but that meeting never happened. [From the original complaint via Vulture]
Oh, Bono! Showing up drunk with supermodels (albeit 43-year-old ones) is such a rock star move that you almost forgive him for being such a massive tool.
“I just think the lighting on the stage is too… yelllow, d’ya know what I mean?”
“(*sigh*) For last time, take off your sunglasses, Bono.”



These supermodels that Bono showed up with, were their tits the real thing? Or even better than the real thing?
It seems pretty clear that Spider Man on Broadway was doomed from the start. With or without U2.
Well, yeah. The most talented folks on Broadway couldn’t make that work.
Ah. I see what you did there, Erswi.
Plan X? Does this mean that Bono is The Green Goblin?
The Unforgettable Firing
Haha, I love you, poorly-conceived disaster musical.
She thinks it was the beers that rendered Bono useless? That’s adorable.
I don’t know what she means, don’t make any sense. Bono sang her a sample that evening:
Spider-Man, Spider-Man,
(unintelligible) poopdick flan! [giggles, motorboats supermodel]
I’d watch the sh*t out of that musical.
Spider-Man: Prattle and Rum
That play is a *puts on sunglasses starts air humping in direction of a camera
LEEEEMOOOOON
“Oi’m not nauseous from the bayers, Lov. It was from the roide up in theh EL-E-VAY-TAH!”
*Whooo-hooo, etc., vomits*
Julie: Any ideas, Bono?
Bono: Sisters, brothers (*hiccup*)
They’ve got to marry each other, marry each other
Look out, Spidey, he’s Irish!
“needs a major rethinking or rejiggering of the lyrics”? “Turn off the Dark”?
It’s sounding more and more like a racist dog whistle, the kind that only WHITE DOG responds to.
Maybe they should have just replaced the lyrics with
YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!
I guarantee no one would have noticed.
The following is verbatim from a disposition held with Bono in a hotel room in Dublin:
Yep, Boy Falls… This musical was written in a hotel room in New York city ’round about the time a friend or ours, Little Steven, was loosing all that weight from filming the Sopranos. This is a song written about a Spider-man in a shanty town outside of Queens. A man who’s sick of looking down the barrel of J Jonah Jameson. A man who is at the point where he is ready to take up arms against his oppressor. A man who has lost faith in the politicians of the upper west side while they argue and while they fail to support a man like Tommy Tune and his request for a dancer who can pass for South African.
Am I buggin’ you? I don’t mean to bug ya…
Okay Edge, play the blues…
If the lyrics needed rejiggering, why didn’t anyone get Jay-Z involved?
Bono’s got to get himself together, because he’s stuck in a contract, and he can’t get out of it.