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That friend of mine (The Leo) who first went to see The
Producers with me…
also once took me to see an open air classical
music concert at a castle which was very cool apart from
Apparently anyway.
I’m pretty sure they were killer wasps, since they were the wrong colour
for June Bugs. But then again, wasps
like me so I probably wasn’t in danger.
EDIT: The Mother says these were probably hornets. So that little old lady who told us all that they were June Bugs was lying as I suspected at the time and just wanted to stop us all running around screaming.
EDIT: The Mother says these were probably hornets. So that little old lady who told us all that they were June Bugs was lying as I suspected at the time and just wanted to stop us all running around screaming.
And another time we went to see Monty Python’s Spamalot (lovingly ripped off from the motion picture Monty Python and the Holy Grail from the original screenplay by Graham Chapman, John Cleese, Terry Gilliam, Eric Idle, Terry Jones, Michael Palin, book & lyrics by Eric Idle, music by John Du Prez and Eric Idle/Palace
Theatre/5th October 2007) for The Birthday one year (gonna guess it was 2007...).
There was a slight hiccup when we arrived at the
Queen’s Theatre and found a huge Les Misérables billboard out front.
We made it to the PALACE THEATRE with about a
minute to spare.
The show was okay, but not as good as I
expected. I think partly this was
because I had already heard the soundtrack a lot, so there was no magical
surprise when the musical numbers started, in fact they were less imaginative
than in The Head. And the plot veers
drastically away from the (very good) film it is based on and goes into some
bizarre Broadway/West End parody, which y’know was brilliant when The Producers
did it but pretty lame when a story about King Arthur does it, and it misses a
lot of the really funny stuff from the film.
While I’ve always found Monty Python quoting outside of the actual
members of Python to be skin-crawlingly embarrassing and this show is basically
just that for two hours. And I was
surprised that I wasn’t hugely impressed with Peter Davison (whom I love as a
wife). The only bit I really enjoyed was
the Lancelot being gay stuff, probably because it expanded an idea rather than a)
parroting an old sketch or b) randomly going off on some irrelevant Broadway or
Vegas joke.
So a bit disappointing, maybe because I was so
excited about seeing it in the first place.
But in the long run, if anyone else wants to buy me
a theatre ticket for The Birthday, I am totally grateful.
And I still love Peter Davison, regardless.
What tickets have you been given as a birthday present?
I got a sinking feeling early on in Spamalot, when the castle guards started veering off into the Parrot Sketch, and a few members of the audience started joining in. Just felt like karaoke. *Nobody's* going to be funnier at this than Monty Python, and they're not here. Spent the whole thing after that thinking, yeah, I'd rather watch The Holy Grail.
ReplyDeleteAnd bless Peter Davison, but he can't sing.
This, however, will not stop him from doing it. In everything.
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