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Last night, Marko and I went to see the local high school's production of Damn Yankees. I felt a bit like an intruder considering that we knew no one. The idea had been planted by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
biggieshorty during her latest visit, and for whatever reason I got really excited about it. I don't know, I was a musical theater nerd in high school, that presumably has something to do with it.
It was not bad, but also not that good, pretty much as expected. Meg Boyd (the wife) was exponentially better than everyone else on stage. Lola was talented but clearly new to singing and dancing (she didn't know when to breathe or how to project), but she was seriously hot so that hardly mattered. Three macho-posturing teenage boys were behind us in the audience moaned pretty much anytime she wore something revealing or shook what her mama gave her, and they all had to give Joe props that he didn't get an erection when she sat in his lap during her attempted seduction. Heh. Mr. Applegate was funny, but not nearly as funny as he thought he was, and his song was wretched. Utterly painful and mortifying.
The costumes were awesome, though, and they had a real stage with real lighting and big sets and everything. Sooooo jealous. My high school's "stage" was a room that they would put a platform and chairs in. Hmph.
All in all, it made me feel both very old and simultaneously very happy not to be anywhere near high school. Even if I got asked if I was a student when I bought the tickets. Heh. And it lead me to the conclusion that Damn Yankees is just not a very good musical.
biggieshorty during her latest visit, and for whatever reason I got really excited about it. I don't know, I was a musical theater nerd in high school, that presumably has something to do with it. It was not bad, but also not that good, pretty much as expected. Meg Boyd (the wife) was exponentially better than everyone else on stage. Lola was talented but clearly new to singing and dancing (she didn't know when to breathe or how to project), but she was seriously hot so that hardly mattered. Three macho-posturing teenage boys were behind us in the audience moaned pretty much anytime she wore something revealing or shook what her mama gave her, and they all had to give Joe props that he didn't get an erection when she sat in his lap during her attempted seduction. Heh. Mr. Applegate was funny, but not nearly as funny as he thought he was, and his song was wretched. Utterly painful and mortifying.
The costumes were awesome, though, and they had a real stage with real lighting and big sets and everything. Sooooo jealous. My high school's "stage" was a room that they would put a platform and chairs in. Hmph.
All in all, it made me feel both very old and simultaneously very happy not to be anywhere near high school. Even if I got asked if I was a student when I bought the tickets. Heh. And it lead me to the conclusion that Damn Yankees is just not a very good musical.