On Friday, I decided to hop a Megabus to New York City.
I find it amusing that one of my old Lollipop Tuesdays (taking the Megabus) was the vehicle (Ha! HA!) for my new Lollipop Tuesday: seeing a Broadway show.
I’m so tickled that I’ve picked up a few noobs this week and so allow me to direct you to the top of this page where it says “What’s Lollipop Tuesday?” You can click there if you’d like. Or you can wander on in confusion. The Jackie Blog is your oyster, noobs.
On to the matter at hand. Having gone to one of the best conservatories in the country for performance, I have always felt like a bit of a fraud for the fact that I’ve never seen a Broadway show. Well, I kind of saw one once. It was called Lestat, and I went to a preview. It was a vampire musical with a score by Elton John. Allow me to repeat that: It was a vampire musical with a score by Elton John.
I decided not to count it, for fear I lose my faith in Broadway forever. Then, this past weekend, I scored some half price tickets to Chicago, which had, in my opinion, all the elements that one expects from Broadway: catchy songs, attractive (scantily-clad) ladies, and a whole big dose of pizzazz. I was totally stoked to finally be seeing my first show and could barely contain my urine.
I don’t want to be a Debbie Downer, but I was underwhelmed. Maybe it’s because the show has been running for so long, maybe it’s because the cast went out drinking heavily the night before. Maybe it’s because I went to a school that had amazing dancers and so I expect cleaner lines and more energy. I expect people to look like they’re having fun up there. Especially on a Saturday night with a full house.
But they weren’t. And so neither was I. There were, of course, some good parts sprinkled in there. But when the entire set is just the orchestra on stage and there are no costume changes, there had better be some damn fine performing. Without anything to look at besides the actors, there’s nothing to distract me when they suck. I actually started to get sleepy at the end of the first act and almost dreamed of the money I’d spent running back into my pocket.
But hey, I’m glad I went. Very glad. After all, John O’Hurley was on that night. There’s nothing like getting to see the guy who played Elaine’s boss in Seinfeld do a good Broadway tune.
Speaking of which, perhaps it wouldn’t have hurt to have one of those leggy ladies do the Elaine Dance. Theater gold. ♣