I was fascinated, repulsed, had tears, furious, laughed[a little-think I needed an audience around me to encourage the mirth] and was entertained, to a point.
Never saw the original movie and don't remember anything about the Australian production which I know that I saw, so viewed this last night as a new adventure.
The whole set-up was painfully obvious but clever in its revelation. The characters appeared, left their mark then continued to hover till next called upon to participate.
I am of that generation but didn't relate to ANY of those men. Certainly met screeming queens, quiet intellectuals, studly studs and revolving closet dwellers, but they all passed by and didn't linger past a drink and a smart quip.
Maybe this is an American 'thing', this physiological outpouring of ones' feelings en masse. As a .backhanded compliment, the majority of American people are NEVER stuck for words, no matter what the situation.
I greatly admired the majority of the actors and even though I looooathed the Michael character I thought Jim Parsons was like a restless steam-roller, brilliant.
I think that I will watch it again in my own selected segments so that I can look at more besides where the camera wants me to focus.
The whole thing was exhausting and watching it alone, as I said above, I rarely laughed, and said out loud, 'please, not another phone call !'.
I hope this is a lesson to young gay men that this is NOT the way to behave, and certainly not at a Birthday Party.
'The Sound of Music' tonight.