For most people, seeing Corey Feldman live will be a disappointment. For his Feldfans, the show is a dream. For the rest, it is not the train wreck you hoped it would be. It’s a show where the good can be best described as “fourth place at karaoke night”-level and the bad is something you never want to experience again. If this were a show where Corey Feldman played the role of rock star, it would probably be a pretty great night out. Instead, this is a show in which Corey Feldman thinks he’s a rock star, and it mostly just feels like floating through a sonic smudge of originals you’ve never heard, songs from movie soundtracks you don’t remember and cover songs that have no place in the set.
But those bad moments are not the problem with the show. No, the problem with the show is that Feldman never winks to the crowd to let them know he knows how silly it is. It’s not that he plays it completely straight because there’s no role to play: You’re getting 100 percent unfiltered Corey Feldman straight to the brain, and that’s significantly less fun that you might imagine.
For most people that will be disappointing. For most people it was disappointing. When Corey took the stage at the start of the show, the room was packed, front to back, side to side. People were yelling, people were jumping. If you were in the back, you could barely see the man of the hour. But then the show rolled on. And everything was so serious, even when the songs weren’t. And everything was so genuine even when it was bad. Then the people started to leave.
And at the end, because a show like this could end no other way, Feldman talked about how we all need to chase our dreams and if we believe, we could do anything. He would know. He had spent the last two hours living out his rock-star ambitions. He just went places with it the audience didn’t want to go. And in that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder how disappointing that might be to him.