I confess to having never seen Riverdance nor any of its incarnations, so I really didn't have much of an idea of what I was in for tonight, but I don't think anything could have prepared me for the horrifyingly tacky and gaudy display that I witnessed. Some of it was campy and I was able to derive a few laughs from the garish Vegas nature of the whole thing, but even to describe it as "Vegas" or "cruise ship" entertainment is an insult to those offerings.
The actual show aside, the lack of diversity in the cast was startling. Unless you are a Barbie doll, Dallas Cowboys cheerleader, buxom blonde, don't expect a callback from this casting department; there were one or two token brunettes, but that's as far as they were willing to go. The women don't play strong characters either. They strut around the stage, Miss America style, with Stepford Wives smiles plastered on their faces as they look cute and perky for the men. The men are also all white too, sparing anyone to have to dance as a mixed race couple, and they all look as generic Ken doll as you can get.
On top of all this, the sound system was atrocious. Not only was it too loud, but it sounded like the tapping and violin playing was piped in. Everything very well may have been happening live, but there was just enough of a delay with the system that it sounded canned and looked off with the dancers/musicians. I was sitting close enough in the orchestra (via TDF) that I should have been able to actually here the tapping and playing from the stage, but the sound design made that impossible.
I can see why it's so easy to parody Flatley and his troupe of dancers. You really don't even need to do anything expect present the material as is since it lampoons itself. And speaking of Flatley- the man doesn't appear until the finale! If you're a fan and are buying a ticket to see him then you will be sorely disappointed. I read that he's not performing at matinees, but really? He shows up for the curtain call and dances 16 bars. I know he's approaching 60, but they are marketing the show as Michael Flatley IN Dangerous Games (the title song is campy; the "singer" is given three numbers and would never have survived one round of auditions on American Idol. The couple in front of me and my friends turned around at intermission and said, "That singer must know one of the producers, right?"
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The projections were the worst. No the costumes were the worst. Well, actually maybe the projections...no they were both the worst.
Marie: Don't be in such a hurry about that pretty little chippy in Frisco.
Tony: Eh, she's a no chip!