OK, time for a theatrical review. As you know, Laura recently took me to see Les Miserable recently. Right off the bat, let me say it is deceptive. It would not be unreasonable to assume it was about a man called Les, maybe short of Lester. You would expect him to be your average person, maybe working at the hardware, driving a milk truck, or a house painter. No. There is nobody named Les. The guys have names like Thenardier, Enjoiras, and Marius. Then, there are the two characters, Jean Valjean and Javert. Now, common sense says these guys names should be pronounced Gene Val Gene and Jay Vert. No, they are Zhun VolZhun and Ja vair (rhymes with Covair). The major plot is this; JVJ is a prisoner who gets through with his sentence for stealing a loaf of bread. Its like he gets out on a 19th century version of electronic monitoring. He rebels once out, tears up his papers and violates parole. JV is kinda like his parole officer and the plot has the latter chasing the former. The story is about poverty and revolution in the 1800s in France. My problem from the beginning was that as soon as you get involved in the characters, they sing a sad song and die. Why everybody gotta die? This is art? It started getting next to me immediately, but I began to loose it when that pretty little Epinine got wacked. Then, that little boy--I think his name was Go Roach--got shot by the Feds. I was ready to go the car, get my gauge and spray the stage, but I settled down. I hated to see the boy die, but if there is anything good to come out of this, at least he didnt have to go through life with a name like Go Roach. Talk about a boy named Sue. I was probably the only person at this matinee that did not have lunch with arugula at a tea room before the show. Anyway, the French homeboys assemble to take on the Feds--I like that--but they are grossly out powered. Not a single revolutionary had a K or an SK and their wore shirts with puffy sleeves. Cant win a street fight like that. Speaking of loosing, it was the French peasants fighting the French government. The French lost. Oh, thats big news, excuse me while I alert the media. Now, the music is catchy. We had front row center seats--thats how I do things--and could make eye contact with nine of the 14 orchestra members. That was pretty interesting, to be that close to the musicians and the players. After three hours, the revolution was over, most of the prettiest women were dead, and the Fed won. After the show the cast came back for what I think is called a curtain call. They came out a few at the time and everybody got a standing ovation. When JVJ and JV came out the show of emotion from the audience was grand. The only thing I know to compare it to is when Lynyrd Skynyrd comes back out for an encore and plays Freebird. It was that spectacular. All in all, it was a great experience for this county boy. I knew I had to fit in with the audience, so I wore my Italian loafers. I actually loved the experience. In fact, if I ever have another hound dog Im going to name her Cousette in honor of one of the few characters who survived the revolution.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 15:26:51 +0000
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