Yeah, that Kander and Ebb. Never did quite grasp musical theater writing, did they?
The song itself is great. It's just that the rest of them are Roxie's fantasies.
"Mr Cellophane" is an oddball. Roxie isn't even present when he sings it.
For me, Roxie's fantasies are what justifies the songs.
Actually, the song is from Roxie's point of view. Before the song, the cops escort her to the paddywagon amid the press. Among the crowd is Amos, trying to get Roxie's attention and proclaiming he's the father. No one notices him, except for Roxie. As the paddywagon drives away, we get a glimpse of Amos from Roxie's angle inside the vehicle before it dissolves into "Mr. Cellophane." Thus, the number is how she envisions him.
*yawn*
I'm losing at poker.
I'm sucking down tea like there's no tomorrow and actually kind of enjoying it.
I am not a tea person.
You're welcome, Austin. (Ingrate.)
Thanks for the explanation. I know she saw him, but it's not that apparent. Maybe I'm thrown off by the scene between the singing.
Hello, all!
Hey Roz.
This is what I've decided - when someone has one full-time job, a graduate course, a scholarship that takes up three nights a week, and two part-time performing gigs, people in that person's office are not allowed to come in sick and spread germs to them.
Fair?
ETA: I also had to give up a weekend full of social engagements, including seeing SITPWG. and RUM & COKE.
Yes, I'm feeling a bit sorry for meself.
Rath: COMPLETELY fair.
Here you are.
*Gives you a personal tray of rum and coke. Just for you.*
LOL! Thanks. You is good people.
Awwww. You just say that to ALL people that hand you personal trays of alcohol.
You're confusing me with Jaily again!
Haha! This has just reminded me of how I can't wait for the wine tonight before I go see a production of Our Town.
No show makes me cry like that play.
Oh! I wonder how Jaily's night went!
Went? It hasn't begun yet.
Roz, that's my fave play. Hence my screen name.
?? I thought it was last night?
Roz acts like a dolt again.
Stagey, that play is so beautiful. The first time I read it, it actually caused me to truly come to terms with the fact I'll die one day. It reminded me how art can change us.
Tonight is his opening.
NIGHT, you pervs. Opening NIGHT.
Good thing he wasn't here for my screw up.
Is he in the show? I don't think I've ever asked him what he does! And what you do!
Rath, baby, darling, tell me about yourself.
You know, Emily doesn't even die in the film. The third act is a dream sequence. Lame.
Are you serious???
That's ridiculous.
That's why film adaptations of theatre are tainted and dull in comparison to the real thing.
Do you hear a dog barking, Roz?
The only thing I see resembling a dog is you.
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