So, I've seen a Play. In a Theatre.
For those who know me, yes, I was grinning like an idiot for about 2 hours before and after the show, as well as enthusiastically treating (my blog, my words) anyone nearby to my own versions of 'Tomorrow' and 'Hard Knock Life'. Oh, the play we went to see was Annie, playing at the oh-so-posh sounding Royal Theatre, Nottingham.
Annie is one of those timeless classics (yeah it's a cliche...but there's a reason a cliche became a cliche, right?) that doesn't target a particular age group. Hm, scratch that, maybe it does target a particular age group..... that age group just before pessimism, cynicism and realism set in,that childish part of ourselves, and we honestly believe that the orphan will get adopted by billionaire, who marries his charming assistant, and that the tyrannical owner of the orphanage gets the sack and the country gets a fresh new outlook on their economic crisis thanks to an eleven year old girl. And for the duration of the show, I honestly did. With every 'Tomorrow there'll be sun' and 'Betcha they're good' the flickers of hope that died out whenever you scan the headlines would get relit (is that bit of imagery working?) until the joie de vivre could be compared to a veritable inferno.
Hm, I was just wondering, would I have gone to watch Annie were it a brand new release, ie- had I not seen it about a bazillion times before?
I don't think so. Because having seen it so many times, Annie is a sort of a reminder of that time when I could just watch Annie, and go 'down to play' with friends and we'd role play and sing in the car-park, when I honestly did believe it was possible for every single loose end to get tied up, every orphan happy...... had I seen it for the first time last night, I probably would have had to fight down about a million different questions, from Warbucks' millions to Sandy's timely appearances, it wouldn't have been half as believeable, because to me, last night, there was a 'happily ever after'. And that was only possible because it wasnt 17 year old realistic me watching, it was the grinning, giggling, exciteable 7 year old me........
Sunday, October 21, 2007
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