At The Wedding Singer last week, the guy next to me snored through most of the show. He only woke up when Felicia Finley made her first appearance, where he looked at her, said "slut!" and promptly went back to sleep.
At intermission, he said to me "isn't this a great show?". Yeah, like he had seen any of it!
Okay, this was from a regional production of South Pacific.
My friend and I were sitting next to this couple with really heavy sort of Jersey/Wiconsin accents, however that works out. We had struck up a conversation with the man in the couple, and we mentioned that our English teacher, an accomplished actor, was playing Emile. The guy went "Oh, she's playing Emily? That's great!"
At intermission, he said to his wife, "I can't believe Emily was a man. Was it supposed to be like that?"
Hear the words I sing: war's a horrid thing. So, I sing sing sing... Ding a ling a ling.
Okay, I have a couple...lots I've heard from friends but still...
A couple of great ones at Sweeney. Someone was reading Patti's who's who and went OMG she's on Passions!(the playbill mentioned the concert Passion) I love that show! What character does she play?
More Sweeney..."what's a revival?"
And the worst, I heard about this audience member who was convinced and trying to convince everyone that the actors weren't playing their instruments--he kept telling everyone about the hidden pit or something.
This I overheard at a regional theatre, a conversation between two old women: "You know what I heard is really good though? It won the Tony. We should see it." "Hmm, okay. What's it called?" "Umm, let me think. Oh yeah. Slamalot!"
Finally a conversation with my sister...I guess I should give her credit for knowing a little bit...
Me: "Hey, I just rented the movie Hair. Do you want to watch it with me?" My sister. "No, I don't like Harvey Fierstein."
"If there was a Mount Rushmore for Broadway scores, "West Side Story" would be front and center. It snaps, it crackles it pops! It surges with a roar, its energy and sheer life undiminished by the years" - NYPost reviewer Elisabeth Vincentelli
In Thoroughly Modern Millie, the Speakeasy number, this little six-or-seven year old sat directly behind me, kept kicking my seat, and shout-whispers to her father "DADDY DADDY WHAT ARE THEY DRINKING???? (lowers her voice dramatically) Is it apple juice?"
It only got worse when the dad started explaining the history of alcohol to her.
You know it and you want it... you just can't believe you've got it.
When the original company of LA CAGE AUX FOLLES was playing at the Palace, I was waiting in the TKTS line behind a husband and wife. They looked to be about in their mid-thirties--she was a bespectacled, demure type, he a strapping lumberjack he-man. The missus was perusing one of those tourist guides one can pick up in hotels describing the shows currently running on Broadway and giving a running commentary to hubby about each one. Hubby noticed the show at the Palace, pointed to it, and said, "What's that one about?" The missus quickly scanned down the list to the appropriate title, read the capsule synopsis, visibly blanched, thought about it for a second, swallowed hard, and announced discreetly to her hubby: " It's about these two...lesbians."
Was watching RENT on Broadway in front of some major Jersey folks. At the most tender point in the show, when Angel is dying, this idiot lady behind my best friend and I turns to someone 5 seats away from her and yells "Is he SICK!?"
So that is now what my friend and I now interject whenever we're watching anyone (on TV that is) in their death scenes!
"High time we made a stand and shook up the views of the common man" - Tears for Fears
The Hot Feet comment reminded me of something that happened during the pre-Broadway run of Beauty and the Beast in Los Angeles. I have to admit that it might have improved by the time it got to Broadway, but I thought it was pretty lousy and only a cut above the "shows" they have at Disneyland (and I loved the film). At the point the wolves chase the father, he yelled out, "Come on, wolves, get him so we can go home!" From the applause, I don't think I was the only one in the audience who agreed.
I was in a semester abroad program in 1989 with other students from my college. We were lucky to get tickets to see Trevor Nunn's production of Othello at the Young Vic in London. The cast included Ian McKellen as Iago, Zoe Wanamaker as Emilia, and Imogen Stubbs as Desdemona. It was one of the great theater experiences of my life. Afterward, I overheard one of my classmates refer to McKellen: "What was he? A gay Nazi on acid? He's not much of an actor."
My favorite, though, was during Dead Funny, a play that I saw in the West End. We had front row seats next to an elderly pair of tourists from Nebraska. At one point, one of the male leads, David Haig, took off his clothes, came to the front of the stage, and sat down directly in front of us. Needless to say, the two ladies were completely scandalized by full frontal nudity on stage, particularly when it was only three feet in front of them. At intermission, one said, "That wasn't real, was it? Not the way he was wagging it back and forth like that." The other replied, "Of course not. This isn't New York. This is England."
"Of course not. This isn't New York. This is England."
LOL!! I am going to remember that one for the rest of my life!
2008 European Tour
London: Les Mis, Lion King, Sound of Music, Joseph, Hairspray, Billy Elliot
France: Le Roi Lion, Cabaret
Germany: Der Konig der Lowen
Holland: Tarzan & Les Mis
In Thoroughly Modern Millie, the Speakeasy number, this little six-or-seven year old sat directly behind me, kept kicking my seat, and shout-whispers to her father "DADDY DADDY WHAT ARE THEY DRINKING???? (lowers her voice dramatically) Is it apple juice?"
Apparently, this kid thought he'd been drinking apple juice for all those special occasions when he was REALLY drinking hard cider!
"That comment about the teenage boy is kind of creepy."
Oh, just a bit. (Someone's a little confused...) But Barrett IS quite beautiful.
At POTO: My brother: "OMFG who's that dude in the hat? cause that hat is fugly and I think he's wearing makeup. That is so gay.
At RENT: My mother: I don't understand. Why are they screaming so much? Me: Well mom, they're sining. Mother: Oh. The sound is very loud. It really should be turned down. And that poor girl in the santa outfit. She's so homely, little thing. Me: That would be a guy. Mother: Oh my! They must really be getting desperate. (During Over the Moon) Mother: Who's that young lady? Me: Idina Menzel Mother: She's so off key. It's embarassing. (after the show) Mother: What ever happened to the homely girl? Me: You mean the MALE playing Angel. Angel dies. Mother: Really? Me: Yeah. And "big hair girl" and "the boy with the funny pants" were a couple. As were the "homely girl" and "the black man". And "the off key one" and "the black woman". And a lot of them had AIDS. Mother: WHAT!?!
When I was in Times Square we walked by this guy selling tickets for Tarzan and this couple walked by him when he mentioned that the music was by Phil Collins they thought that Phil Collins was in the show : )
"It's the smile you smile that counts, happy thoughts in large amounts, any problem you can trounce, you can bounce right back."--Donald O'Connor
The first time I was at Rent...I don't know what I was high on at the time, but I told my parents(very loudly, I might add)that Frenchie Davis had originated Joanne. I didn't realize my mistake until *much* later, and have been mortified about it ever since.