UPDATE: actually, John Andrew is credited with directing this version of Greenwich Village Follies so, oops, that was my mistake.
The secret to this story is that the reviewer brought an 8-year-old girl with her. Now note that this is to a distinctly "R"-rated show. So that was... weird. And to think that it may have had an effect on the cast and audience of a little intimate 50-seat-space is... reasonable.
This puppy has complained at length about the level of power that the Times has over New York theater. So I won't bother to do it again.