Cross-post from my Instagram last night after their first performance as Best Musical.
The first time I saw Kimberly Akimbo, I wept. Openly. And it has managed to catch me off guard in almost the same way every time. And yet? It’s one of the funniest shows I’ve ever seen. “Surely,” I thought, “there is some obscure German word for this feeling.”
But David Lindsay-Abaire’s book tells you exactly what it is, not foreign or obscure at all. Bittersweet. “The bitter sweets.” Laughing so hard, you cry; or crying so hard, you have to laugh. Very specifically, the feeling of overwhelming joy and sadness existing alongside each other.
That is Kimberly Akimbo in a nutshell; the theatrical manifestation of that happy-sadness; potent enough to conjure up the memory of your first kiss, the first time you left home, the last time you saw your grandmother in the hospital, birthdays, reunions, all of it. It catches in your chest like a sob, and comes out a guffaw.
Long story short, musicals like Kimberly Akimbo make me grateful to be alive to see them. I am not paid or bribed to say that or to see it as many times as I have (up to 7 now); just a painfully sincere theatre nerd.
Updated On: 6/14/23 at 07:29 AM