Saturday, March 07, 2009

Show time!

So last night we went to see this

Which meant we saw him



And him.



Bad sadly not her....
Amazing isn't it? Not only are we the family who can bring rain to every holiday destination we ever visit, but now it appears we are also responsible for bringing plague and pestilence to West End stars as soon as we decide to go and watch them in a starring role.

But never mind.

We did pick the night that he was in the audience...




We only realised that Wacko had arrived because suddenly all the people in the front rows of the Upper Circle where we were sitting rushed forward and started leaning over the balcony. I thought the show had started, but then someone said Michael Jackson had just turned up. Cue much amusement from the audience when the stage manager announced the show was about to begin and the taking of photographs was strictly forbidden...

I did wonder why so many paparazzi seemed to be hanging around the stage door...

We didn't get to see the Legend himself, though the two big ones tried to catch a glimpse during the interval, and no 2 swears she saw his profile because she recognised the oddity of his nose...

What was more amusing was watching the antics of the people leaning over the balcony trying to get a look at him as if he were some kind of interesting zoo specimen. There was a near riot because no one would sit down when asked to, and the poor harrassed door girls were threatening to call security unless people did as they were told. It's probably the oddest thing I've ever seen in a theatre.

As we left, photographers were hanging from the scaffolding opposite the theatre, and the road was jampacked with rickshaws and taxis, and it looked like the big silver Jackomobile waiting outside was going nowhere fast. I suspect he was still inside being inflicted on the poor undeserving of such an honour cast, so we decided we wouldn't waste the rest of our evening hanging round waiting for a glimpse of the Nose.

All I can think is, what ON EARTH did Rowan Atkinson find to say to him? I wonder if Jacko gets British sarcasm? I suspect not, which probably means Rowan got to say exactly what he liked. I do hope so...

I will review the show properly but no time today or tomorrow. But suffice to say Rowan Atkinson was an hilarious Fagin, if perhaps missing alot of the pathos of the role, Burn Gorman was surprisingly menacing as Bill Sikes, poor understudy who shall have to remain nameless as I have no idea who she was, was a great Nancy (and I'd better whisper this as the kids will kill me) BETTER then Jodie, our Oliver (not Gwion who the kids wanted, or the boy who's in Roman Mysteries, but the Other One who shall also remain nameless as I lost our programme) was wonderful, as was the Artful Dodger.

Definitely a must see London production if you're into musicals.

And you never know WHO is going to be in the audience...

2 comments:

Lisa Rullsenberg said...

Personally I'm always amazed how actors, musicians etc deal with going out to enjoy social events such as gigs or theatre (especially those celebrities with actual talents as opposed to those just famous for being famous, who REALLY do not count). Why would Wacko put himself through that? What would it be like sat next to him?* [then again he does have shows to plug and hype up a crowd for a good 10 years past the guy's prime]

Sorry you brought the JH West End curse upon the leading cast again, but glad that the non-famous Nancy was good value!

*I could refer to the friends we made at RSC Stratford in October, of whom the grandmother had the delight of having Patrick Stewart come and sit next to her for the show...

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