When CATS first opened on Broadway in 1982, there really had been nothing like it before. It was spectacular and different, and despite the decidedly lukewarm reviews it was an event that had to be seen. And for the first few years of its run it was actually something of a status symbol to have seen it or have tickets to it.
And then it just continued to run. And run. And run. And run. And like all of the shows that currently seem to go on "now and forever" it went from being the latest, greatest thing to becoming the punchline of a never ending joke.
There really isn't much to the show, it's true, and its success rises and falls on the production it is given and an audience member's tolerance for whimsy. When I first saw it in December 1982, I was impressed with the show's energy and style, but I also remember thinking that if I ever saw it again, I'd probably be bored silly. When I did see it for a 2nd time, 5 years later, the only thing that kept me from running screaming from the theater was the look of enchantment on my then 7 year old niece's face. It was her first Broadway show.
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)
Updated On: 4/1/07 at 01:02 PM