Ok heres my take on Brooklyn, I think part of its biggest problem is its penchant to struggle to contrive emotion, instead of producing the reaction naturally in the audience...Moreover, the Book and lyrics despite a few innovative/ poignant moments, are largely hilariously cliche...Remember "Our tears can water roses"
Having said that I didn't completely hate it because the part that Brooklyn gets absolutely right is the spectacle of it all. When the rock music is blasting and Lee Morgan is singing in his intense rockstar style or Eden Espinosa is blasting a high note it truly is a site to behold. It was almost worth it just to hear Eden sing Once upon a time and Ramona Keller sing Raven live, I'll admit game me a bit of a chill. The staging was truly consistenly interesting making use of fabric spray paint and multifunctional props of pieces of trash, and of crouse the famous trash costumes were interesting...It really is a talented cast if nothing else...
Last show stuff, I sat two rows behind John Mcdaniel ( the Producer/ Music supervisor) and Schoenfield (Composer, lyricist, book writer) came over and had a long conversation with him before the show started. Crowd was of course aware it was the last show and there was a standing ovation when everyone entered the stage, and I swear to god there was a standing ovation after almost every damn song. (It was fun to be in an audience that excited, but waiting for everyone to sit down so I could see got old.) After the song street singer someone in one of the front row threw up a big plastic blow up microphone on stage which Cleavant Derricks picked up and seemed extremely amused by waving it in the air. And of course during the last scene there was alot of hugging and tears. Nothing was said during curtain call but the orchestra and understudies all came out and joined the cast on stage...
More than anyone wanted to hear I'm sure
So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life.~Office Space
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