No one wants to go in to meeting their girlfriend’s family knowing that said family is disappointed they are a certain race or ethnicity or religion or any other such uncontrollable, personal thing. The analogy, to them, is a white parent saying, “Oh, that’s so nice you have a new boyfriend, sweetheart. Is he white?”
As if that weren’t enough, Mr. Goldfarb, 13, fails to deliver as the show’s lead. His puberty-ridden voice is scratchy, high-pitched and (sometimes charmingly) raw on the opening blessings, but soon grows grating in the longer haftorah chanting.