The show attempts to offer some substance and complexity by having C's good-guy dad oppose his interracial relationship with Jane, while Sonny, a certified bad guy who kills a man before the opening number is finished, supports it. But Isherwood is basically right. A Bronx Tale is comfort food. And that may be why I liked it.
Those with more refined palates might argue that such a show, no matter how competently done, is taking up space that could go to a work that advances the art form. But what if you're not in the mood for the umami of a form-advancing show but just want a well made one? Cause, to be honest, given the past few weeks, comfort is just what I've been hungry for.