I remember seeing this on Broadway with the original cast and finding the whole thing a schizophrenic mess. It started out very pleasant with the scene in the museum and then Amneris comes to life to take us back to ancient Egypt. And nothing visually from that moment on resembles ancient Egypt in the slightest. The modern day bookend scenes are LESS modern than the ancient Egypt scenes. Then you had Headley's fierce singing in between scenes of dialogue either spoken in crazy affected CAPITAL LETTERS or inaudibly mumbled. Bizarre immature and contemporary acting choices from Pascal. An avant garde fashion show. The HORRIBLE optical art prison backdrop. A love triangle literally depicted by lasers. And Sherie Rene Scott owning the show and pulling the rug out from the rest of the cast.
I didn't cry at the end because the opening clued me into the coda and I knew they would "find each other" again. In the less-modern modern-day museum. It was such a mess. Interesting at times, but a mess. I just wondered if the designers and creators were introduced to each other on opening night.
"What can you expect from a bunch of seitan worshippers?" - Reginald Tresilian
Updated On: 5/9/13 at 07:16 PM