Hopefully some of you can read on as you have seen 'Love Never Dies' or you already know what happens. Mycroft enjoyed the show, which seemed as lavishly put together as a mass rally in a 30s dictatorship. The hit song 'Love Never Dies' seemed to carry the show somewhat, though energetic dancing and elaborate costumes covered the less memorable tunes. There also seemed to be something a bit odd going on with the Phantom's hair, in that in one scene he seemed to be suddenly bald with wispy strands of hair (in every other scene he seemed to have a well glued sort of Donald Trump style). As an aside, keeping the half mask on (see below, photo from the Sydney Morning Herald) must be a pretty tough assignment.
It was certainly a whole lot more enjoyable than 'Buried City', though it has to be said that some of the dialogue was almost as clunky. What was missing was the attempt by the 'Buried City' director (or the playwright) to make the crowd 'oooh' and 'ahhh' in prim faux-intellectual shock by using rude words.
What if anything shocked the crowds at 'Love Never Dies' was probably paying a trillion dollars a glass for a mocktail in a cup with a bright light in it which the venue staff then had to go around telling everyone to turn off. They seemed to have more luck with that than getting the crowd of vegetating neanderthals to turn off their mobile phones. The house always warns people just before the lights go down. This is a big mistake as the masses then spend 10 minutes looking at their phones for a last minute text, photo of their mate's behind, or a weather report. One utter prong a few rows away was lit up like a christmas tree by the light of his phone for about 5 minutes. Amazingly no-one behind him punched him. At least the Phantom should have paused mid delivery, come out into the auditorium, and punched him. Twice.
Another curious behaviour was the couple seated nearby who narrated bits of the show to each other (such as forecasting what would occur next, and getting it wrong). The male seemed to have a pathological need to point at things on the stage. He should practice sitting still at home, or perhaps sit in his chair pointing at his own crotch and hooting with laughter. Now that would make the Phantom pause in his delivery. Certainly if he did it during the death scene where Christine has been shot.
The odd thing about the death scene was no-one seemed inclined to try even basic first aid. The cast all tried to out do each other in assisting a noble death, instead of perhaps arranging an evacuation and medical attention. Sloppy work, Phantom. I always said he was a nothing.
2 comments:
Snooks, you're a man of greater fortitude than I. I'd venture to add that a third option for being willingly exposed to a spoiler is that one is supremely disinterested in the goings-on of so-called phantoms and dead people. First aid be damned; give her another shot, to remove all doubt. Then turn the weapon on the mobile phone wielders.
It's always pleasing to receive comments from the blog-o-verse. Presumably in the next sequel the Phantom will have moved into the Prohibition era and will fight back with a sub machine gun and grenades.....
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