Now I'm even sorrier that I missed
Pillowman.
Completely agree about the revival of
Cabaret.
In the original Broadway production of
Spider Woman, there were two moments that gave me the shakes. In Act One, when Valentin is poisoned, the cell's curtains suddenly part to reveal the Spider Woman standing there, coming for him. It's a quick moment, but wonderfully creepy. In the second act, the title song scared the bejeezus out of me. The subject matter was intense enough, but Chita's delivery of it-- the triumphant roar of that last line as the music speeds up and seems to crash down around her-- was just heartstopping.
Ahem. Yeah. Thirteen years later, and I'm still obsessed. Right, then. Moving on.
Much as I wasn't wowed by
Shining City, the last seconds of the play gave me a nice little shudder. I wouldn't necessarily agree with Ben Brantley's description of the moment as "shocking," but it's appropriately creepy, and earns more than a few gasps.
Assassins, yeah. Intense, scary, gorgeous, wonderful. Ditto
Sweeney. All of it, both original and revival.
One final memory: about twenty years ago (I'm so dating myself here), my school went on a trip to see a local children's theatre troup perform an adaptation of Poe's
Fall of the House of Usher. (Why they thought
Usher was a good story for a bunch of kids to read is subject for another thread.) Towards the end of the play, as the characters realise that they have buried Mrs. Usher alive, there were three flashes of lightning. In the first, we saw Mrs. Usher in the tomb, lying on her bier. In the second, she was sitting up. In the third, she was gone. I had nightmares for weeks.
"I hate musicals... People don't sing in real life."
"Well, maybe they should."
--Kiss of the Spider Woman (cut line)