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May. 11th, 2019 08:51 amLast night we went to see The Mikado. But we left at the interval.
The little theatre where it was being performed by one of the local amateur groups is a charming place, but seats in the balcony have very restricted legroom (which I hadn't remembered when I booked). I love Mikado, and, to be fair, the chorus sang well and everybody enunciated beautifully. It helps that, having both performed in the show and directed it, I probably knew the words anyway, but Beast also understood them.
That said, what a boring production. No imagination at all in the stageing—the show had been the first one performed by this group sixty years earlier, and I seriously wondered whether they were doing the same production. Rather bad costumes, and those horrific wigs for the men with a 'bald' front. Entirely 'traditional' with the only gesture to modernity being Ko Ko pulling out his phone to read his little list (which was not bad but didn't rhyme, tsssss!). Three of the people on stage looked to be under forty (and only two of them were Little Maids From School). The singing was good - Pitti Sing definitely the standout - but two of the principals forgot their words, which on a Friday night in a run that started on Wednesday is pretty appalling. The contributions of Sir Arthur and Mr W S were not enough to make me want to sit uncomfortably through another hour of this.
The little theatre where it was being performed by one of the local amateur groups is a charming place, but seats in the balcony have very restricted legroom (which I hadn't remembered when I booked). I love Mikado, and, to be fair, the chorus sang well and everybody enunciated beautifully. It helps that, having both performed in the show and directed it, I probably knew the words anyway, but Beast also understood them.
That said, what a boring production. No imagination at all in the stageing—the show had been the first one performed by this group sixty years earlier, and I seriously wondered whether they were doing the same production. Rather bad costumes, and those horrific wigs for the men with a 'bald' front. Entirely 'traditional' with the only gesture to modernity being Ko Ko pulling out his phone to read his little list (which was not bad but didn't rhyme, tsssss!). Three of the people on stage looked to be under forty (and only two of them were Little Maids From School). The singing was good - Pitti Sing definitely the standout - but two of the principals forgot their words, which on a Friday night in a run that started on Wednesday is pretty appalling. The contributions of Sir Arthur and Mr W S were not enough to make me want to sit uncomfortably through another hour of this.