Friday afternoon I met my friend Robyn at the Manchester Picadilly train station. She was in town to see the musical Chicago with me, playing at the city's Opera House Theatre on Quay Steet. The movie version of Chicago happens to be one of my top five favourites, and so I jumped at the chance to see the story live.
Even despite soaring expectations, I was not disappointed. Of course the production had been formatted to fit live theatre, but the effect was essentially the same. Skimpy costumes, a storyline of sex, murder, fame and deceit, a live band and feather flumes and sequins --it was all there. There was also a healthy dose of corny comedy, something that is more subltle--if not nonexistent, in the movie production.
Most of the actors managed satisfactory 1930s American accents, but I am sure the two Canadians in the audience were the only ones who noticed any differently. And unfortuantely for the girl playing Thelma Kelly, Catherine Zeta-Jones absolutely owns the role in the movie production, making anyone else's portrayal of the ousted stage-baby killer pale in comparison. Otherwise, it was well done and well worth getting a taste of something extending beyond the student life culture.
It is 7:30 a.m. and I have logged a very light three hours of sleep--but I am heading to London by coach this morning for three days.
I hope everyone is well!
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