ernie finally writes a post about musicals
This weekend, I went to see Wicked, a musical about the Wizard of Oz. I went with my boyfriend and some friends of college, the day before the Gay Pride parade in San Francisco.
Jesus Christ, I just read that last paragraph out loud to myself. It’s like a day at the Gay Scouts, and I’m trying to earn six different badges at once.
Wicked tells the story behind the Wicked Witch of the West and her relation to Glenda, the good witch — why is she green? Why is she so evil? What’s up with those winged monkeys? For the geeks that still don’t get it, it’s like how the Enter: The Matrix video game related to The Matrix: Reloaded — it covers additional background story that might help truly enjoying the original material.
Except instead of the trademarked “bullet time” and Carrie Ann Moss in S&M gear, you have, uhm, a singing and dancing evil witch and flying monkeys that burst into song. Which isn’t that different, if you think about it.
The musical was good, and they made Glenda the Good Witch to be like Reese Witherspoon in every movie she’s ever been in. That was good too. They slapped on a happy ending at the end, which was kinda tacky since I expect everyone in a musical to die a horrible death like they do in Les Miserables. But hey, it’s the Wizard of Oz. Uhm… yeah.
(WHAT? I suck at reviewing musicals. Someone could burst into song and dance about pancakes, and if the lighting was all dramatic and shit, I would have thought it would be good. These guys write better reviews. I just try to earn badges.)
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