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Avenue Q ~ A New Direction in Musicals

Welcome to Avenue Q

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The Review:~

When you consider the concept of 'Avant-Guarde' theatre you may well believe that such enthusiasts are either naïve or inexperienced as with thousands of years of human history isn't it presumptuous to wager that any idea is truly new and with over six billion people currently dwelling on planet earth what is the probability that a concept is unique and unthought-of by peers or predecessors?

The Broadway and West End hit musical 'Avenue Q' is perhaps one exception. It is so strikingly contempory with furry, puppet fingers on the pulse of society, exploring their insecurities, fears and personal crisis and juxtaposing very real emotional issues in a surreal world where 'Sesame Street' meets the angst and adult sexuality of Dawson's Creek.



As the curtains rise the expectant audience are greeted with a sophisticated representation of a lower class, 'dodgy', city street with boarded up shops and utilitarian terraces on the sidewalk. Two flat screen televisions descend from the gods and an animated, cartoon style smiling sun bounces across the screen accompanied by the opening song which, like the majority of the music, is light-hearted, childlike and catchy as the lyrics welcome you to 'Avenue Q'.

Then a scene, which is simply divisive genius, introduces the stars, their background and sets the extraordinarily normal theme for the show - the daily struggles and mundane aspects of independent living with the self-effacing mockery of the song "It Sucks to be me".

It's prudent at this point to provide a brief rundown of the characters; we have Princeton who has just graduated from college with a 'BA in English' and having to 'get real' in the big bad world suddenly realises that he has no idea what to do with it nor where he wants his life to head, now that the structure and stability of student life is behind him. He wants to sail out on his own and disembark amidst the vast opportunities of the world but has just landed a menial job in telesales and has only enough money in his pocket to afford the cheap-side accommodation of Avenue Q.

Kate is a monster, not in the fairytale villain sense but a literal sense as this is her race - a furry puppet - and is naïve and sensitive and typically girly with a passion for art and a 'big heart'. She works as a teaching assistant and dreams of opening her own monster school but is readily distracted by romantic fantasy and hopes of love.

Brian is human, 32 years old, cruising through minimum wage jobs and day dreaming of being a huge comedic star. He lives with his human fiancé, Christmas Eve who came to the brave 'new world' for a fresh start and opportunities of a thriving metropolis but after earning two degrees in social work and psychology she has no clients. She loves the useless, ape of a man figure, Brian even with his eccentricities, the piling bills and messy housekeeping.

Ron and Nicky share a flat and unmistakeably represent a warped 'Burt and Ernie' if Burt was a closet homosexual in love with his flat mate. Ron is pragmatic and obsessively compulsive about neatness and order. He's the 'business man' stereotype, the straight lace in a tangled knot of shoes but has a loyal and loving heart even if his fears of rejection and low self-esteem keep him some what defensive and isolated whereas Nicky is a big personality, all casual confidence and street wise, very like 'Joey' in 'Friends'.

Finally there's child star, Gary Coleman (human) from TV's 'Different Strokes' who having been robbed of his fortune by his parents and forgotten by most, except for those who annoyingly quote his catchphrase 'What you talking bout Willis?' in recognition, now works as the superintendent and odd jobs man of the houses in Avenue Q. He's presented as deludingly self-important with a hint of melodrama but is a fair and understanding friend.

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All the characters have their crosses to bear and although they're not big, global issues like poverty, fighting disease or negotiating peace treaties, they are overwhelming and crushing to them. It's the daily trysts and annoyances that anyone can relate to mixed with the disappointment of the misplaced certainty of purpose and greatness imagined in their youth.

Just because there are cute, colourful puppets on stage, this is a fact that is soon overlooked as their lives are documented and the conversation and content is adult and unapologetically real and revealing. However the production is also hilarious, full of quick wit and controversial prejudices told in a free and honest manner, the classic examples being the topics of one-night stands and 'Everyone's a little bit Racist'.

This production is not child friendly although if your children get the jokes then there's something wrong. It is however handled with a carefree, childlike air, probably to represent the inner child in all the viewers and the slipping tethers of the plans and dreams that everyone once clung to before rent, electricity, redundancies and general life obstacles were forcibly shoved in the way.

It explores the developing relationship between Princeton and Kate in a non-utopian world where men freak out about commitment and woman confuse themselves by reading meaning into everything. It also follows the personal changes in Ron as he learns how to be honest with himself and how his inherited bigotry hurts others and a lot of it is just discovery of oneself and one's place in the world.

Expertly written with fantastic songs that never fail to amuse and prompt pause for thought, Avenue Q is disconcertedly comforting and up-lifting without making egregious promises of happy endings. The content and characters are enough of a draw but, probably to attract a bigger and mainstream audience, it is also a visual spectacle with giant puppets, starry skies, a humorous quirked nod to 'Sleepless in Seattle' and techno-animation.

The actual performers behind the puppets are amazingly talented, multi-tasking to sing, emote, gesture convincingly with the dummies (so much so that you really do forget they are there as the personification is so smooth) and full of manic energy as is the whole musical (again in opposition to the sometimes serious and depressing realities in the subject matter.) They are dressed in black to morph into the background and anything inhuman about the puppets is compensated for by their master's skill.

In the end you are left with, firstly a happy ending of grand proportions and secondly, the mantra that 'Everything in life is only for now'. A must see show that will bring out that inner child and then embarrass it with Sesame Street look-a-like sex scenes! It has taken the theatre circuit by storm and hopefully will continue to do so for many years to come.

Critics star rating:~ 5 Stars *****

LYRICS SAMPLE:~ SCHADENFRAUDE

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GARY COLEMAN:
Right now you are down and out and feeling really crappy

NICKY:
I'll say.

GARY COLEMAN:
And when I see how sad you are
It sort of makes me...
Happy!

NICKY:
Happy?!

GARY COLEMAN:
Sorry, Nicky, human nature-
Nothing I can do!
It's...
Schadenfreude!
Making me feel glad that I'm not you.

NICKY:
Well that's not very nice, Gary!

GARY COLEMAN:
I didn't say it was nice! But everybody does it!

D'ja ever clap when a waitress falls and drops a tray of glasses?

NICKY:
Yeah...

GARY COLEMAN:
And ain't it fun to watch figure skaters falling on their asses?

NICKY:
Sure!

GARY COLEMAN:
And don'tcha feel all warm and cozy,
Watching people out in the rain!

NICKY:
You bet!

GARY COLEMAN:
That's...

GARY AND NICKY:
Schadenfreude!

GARY COLEMAN:
People taking pleasure in your pain!

NICKY:
Oh, Schadenfreude, huh?
What's that, some kinda Nazi word?

GARY COLEMAN:
Yup! It's German for "happiness at the misfortune of others!"

NICKY:
"Happiness at the misfortune of others." That is German!

Watching a vegetarian being told she just ate chicken

GARY COLEMAN:
Or watching a frat boy realize just what he put his d**k in!

NICKY:
Being on the elevator when somebody shouts "Hold the door!"

GARY AND NICKY:
"No!!!"
Schadenfreude!

GARY COLEMAN:
"F**k you lady, that's what stairs are for!"

NICKY:
Ooh, how about...
Straight-A students getting Bs?

GARY COLEMAN:
Exes getting STDs!

NICKY:
Waking doormen from their naps!

GARY COLEMAN:
Watching tourists reading maps!

NICKY:
Football players getting tackled!

GARY COLEMAN:
CEOs getting shackled!

NICKY:
Watching actors never reach

GARY AND NICKY:
The ending of their oscar speech!
Schadenfreude!
Schadenfreude!
Schadenfreude!
Schadenfreude!

GARY COLEMAN:
The world needs people like you and me who've been knocked around by fate.
'Cause when people see us, they don't want to be us, and that makes them feel great.

NICKY:
Sure!
We provide a vital service to society!

GARY AND NICKY:
You and me!
Schadenfreude!
Making the world a better place...
Making the world a better place...
Making the world a better place...
To be!

GARY COLEMAN:
S-C-H-A-D-E-N-F-R-E-U-D-E!

Wicked The Musical:~ Sample Lyrics, Info and Videos

Lyrics Example

Defying Gravity

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GLINDA
(spoken) Elphaba - why couldn't you have stayed calm for
once, instead of flying off the handle!
(sung) I hope you're happy!
I hope you're happy now
I hope you're happy how you
Hurt your cause forever
I hope you think you're clever!

ELPHABA
I hope you're happy
I hope you're happy, too
I hope you're proud how you
Would grovel in submission
To feed your own ambition

BOTH
So though I can't imagine how
I hope you're happy right now

GLINDA
(spoken) Elphie, listen to me. Just say you're sorry:
(sung) You can still be with the Wizard
What you've worked and waited for
You can have all you ever wanted:

ELPHABA
(spoken) I know:
(sung) But I don't want it -
No - I can't want it
Anymore:

Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes: and leap!

It's time to try
Defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And you can't pull me down!

GLINDA
Can't I make you understand?
You're having delusions of grandeur:
ELPHABA
I'm through accepting limits
'Cuz someone says they're so
Some things I cannot change
But till I try, I'll never know!
Too long I've been afraid of
Losing love I guess I've lost
Well, if that's love
It comes at much too high a cost!
I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I'm defying gravity
And you can't pull me down:
(spoken) Glinda - come with me. Think of what we could
do: together.

(sung) Unlimited
Together we're unlimited
Together we'll be the greatest team
There's ever been
Glinda -
Dreams, the way we planned 'em

GLINDA
If we work in tandem:

BOTH
There's no fight we cannot win
Just you and I
Defying gravity
With you and I
Defying gravity

ELPHABA
They'll never bring us down!
(spoken) Well? Are you coming?

GLINDA
I hope you're happy
Now that you're choosing this

ELPHABA
(spoken) You too
(sung) I hope it brings you bliss

BOTH
I really hope you get it
And you don't live to regret it
I hope you're happy in the end
I hope you're happy, my friend:

ELPHABASo if you care to find me
Look to the western sky!
As someone told me lately:
"Ev'ryone deserves the chance to fly!"
And if I'm flying solo
At least I'm flying free
To those who'd ground me
Take a message back from me
Tell them how I am
Defying gravity
I'm flying high
Defying gravity
And soon I'll match them in renown
And nobody in all of Oz
No Wizard that there is or was
Is ever gonna bring me down!

GLINDA
I hope you're happy!

CITIZENS OF OZ
Look at her, she's wicked!
Get her!

ELPHABA
:Bring me down!

CITIZENS OF OZ
No one mourns the wicked
So we've got to bring her

ELPHABA
Ahhh!

CITIZENS OF OZ
Down!

Coming to a Theatre Near You

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UK West End

WICKED
Apollo Victoria Theatre
Based on the novel by Gregory Maguire. Music and lyrics by Stephen Schwartz, book by Winnie Holzman
(07 Sep 2006 - Booking to 27 Oct 2012)

USA - Broadway

WICKED: The Untold Story of the Witches of Oz
George Gershwin Theatre
Music & Lyrics by Stephen Schwartz, Book by Winnie Holzman, based on the novel by Gregory Maguire.
(08 Oct 2003 - Booking to 26 Feb 2012)

ON YOUTUBE






Wicked The Musical

WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY THAT'S ALL HEART!

Intro:~
Hey, I'm an avid theatre goer that's dishing the dirt on the most popular Broadway and West End shows around. This lens links to all the other 'show' lens but is devoted to 'Wicked' the best musical production of our time.

This show combines amazing music with evocative and spellbinding acting as we get a behind the scenes glimpse of the truth behind the musical classic 'Wizard of Oz'.

Read my review and advance before choosing what show is right for you but embrace the world of theatre with passion and open emotion and you will be whisked to a land far far away!
 
 
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Wicked is undoubtedly the best musical to be released in some time. It is modern, fresh, passionate and riddled with meaning and imagination. Almost everyone will be familiar with the role of the aging Judy Garland as a girl in pigtails, gingham and red paten shoes, skipping down the yellow brick road in the classic, Wizard of Oz. Anything you think you remember from this musical and any expectations you therefore might have should be left at the door for 'Wicked' will blow your mind.
The Wizard of Oz followed a typical if quirky musical layout of the 1930s, where there are good guys and bad guys, the world is black and white, even if set in a magical realm, there’s a mission, creative characters and a feel good, happy ending.  Wicked basically says ‘get real’ and breaks down all the rules that old audiences lapped up, looking at personalities, motivations and cause and effect.  It says that nothing is as simple as a world of darkness and light where never the twain shall meet and little kiddies can sleep soundly in their beds knowing that evil villains are vanquished and good, innocent girls will always find their way home.  It challenges us not to be so quick to judge and to question what we see at face value, to become more than what we are through understanding, knowledge and even pain.

This musical is genius in its script, bringing the back story of the Wizard of Oz into the glaring light of day while Dorothy prances about behind the scenes, a small town girl with a little knowledge and to much righteous indignation and ignorance to see the truth.  It explores the developing relationship between two high school witches at attendance at Shiz, Glinda and Elphaba, one preppy, popular and originally presented as a stereotypical shallow, vapid, blonde, model-esque cheerleader while Elphaba is the outsider, the freak, with green skin and black sombre attire.  They soon discover that looks are only the first layer of understanding and that both have good and loyal hearts. 
 

Elphaba is continually persecuted and ridiculed by her classmates and later used as a scape-goat for ambitious, political agenda but is strong and principled and fighting against becoming the vile person that the world deems her to be.  She is pushed into a self-fulfilling prophecy by the transference of years of misunderstood mockery that has already judged and sentenced her when she herself doesn’t even know yet who she is or what she may yet be.  She tries to disprove popular opinion and yet falls into her role by acting defiant, isolated and full of confused hatred and defensive caution.

Glinda is her polar opposite, admired and set on a pedal-stool as a role model for every young girl’s wanderlust.  She’s beautiful and popular and oh so good and sweet but this reality has always sheltered and protected her, allowing her to get her own way, use people and develop a melodramatic superiority complex.  The evolution of these characters into women is what defines the show as Glinda listens and learns by walking in another’s shoes, seeing the beauty in a hard heart and Elphaba realises that there is another choice for her and that she doesn’t have to be the person that everyone fears as different and ‘wicked’ and needs to project their own failings onto to empower themselves.

It is a love story where the underdog, Elphaba proves through her selfless actions and beliefs that she is worthy of the devotion of the cavalier and handsome Fiyero as an accepted world of mysticism and magic unfolds were animals can speak and have evolved into intelligent, emotional beings and where those in power want to shape the world in their own image and crush anything that is different or threatening to their success. 

Through hardship, trial and romance a bond of pure friendship is formed between the two witches who society perceives as opposites – the Good Witch of the North and the Wicked Witch of the West.  We learn how these titles are earned and why they are misnomers, certainly in the case of Elphaba who, no matter what good deeds she tries to perform, is constantly brandished as bad while her sister Nessarose becomes desperate and selfish and embraces the black arts of magic for personal gain due to her disability and hurt from the mindless status quo.  She is not strong enough to rise above her lot in life and takes the easier path but Elphaba, though she is sorely tempted and at one point visualises the potential power of her magical talents, demonises herself for the best of the city when she realises that an idea is sometimes much stronger than the truth.
 
We learn that she stole the lion’s courage because he too, judged her green, warted appearance as evil and trembled before her as she tried to rescue him.  The tin man’s heart was snatched by the scorned Nessa and the scarecrow’s empty head was an act of love to save a wonderful man at any cost:

Let his flesh not be torn
Let his blood leave no stain
Though they beat him
Let him feel no pain
Let his bones never break
And however they try
To destroy him
Let him never die:”

Everything she did was with the best and noblest of intentions but no one is ready to listen or accept the strange, fatherless girl.  Her plight is summed up in the lyrics of ‘No good deed’;

No good deed goes unpunished
No act of charity goes unresented
No good deed goes unpunished
That's my new creed
My road of good intentions
Led where such roads always lead…

… One question haunts and hurts
Too much, too much to mention:
Was I really seeking good
Or just seeking attention?
Is that all good deeds are
When looked at with an ice-cold eye?”

The world of Oz dissolves into irrational fear which spurs a Witch hunt, a term that deserves all the negative connotations of modern day.  But the amazing thing about this show is that there is no blame.  It explores human nature and forgives it even though sometimes it can excite such injustice and hurt.  Every action has a motivation and in general these motivations are good but get screwed up along the way with devastating results. 

The words of the ‘Wizard and I’ sting in hindsight as Elphaba dreams of acceptance and prophesizes a celebration throughout Oz that’s all because of her not knowing that it is spurred by her supposed demise.  The people see evil as such a clear-cut, tangible thing that they actually believe that she is so different that she’d melt in the presence of goodness.

Wicked is tremendously powerful and poignant and speaks to the heart of everyman questioning its ingrained truths.  The musical score is fantastic, full of passion and emotion, the likes of which is normally never seen in such a creative and otherworldly setting but accepted perhaps for shows like Miss Saigon.  The set design and special effects are a visual spectacular that draws the audience into the established reality of the show from the dorm rooms of Shiz to the grand and green interiors of opulent Oz. 

Wicked achieves in spades what every production and every actor dreams of – to impact and move the audience.  You come out feeling alive and grateful and, if even just for the evening, challenging yourself to emulate the morals and peaceful ideals of the protagonists and wishing upon a star for a love that knows no bounds.

 

Excerpt from Woman in Black & Video

The first packet of letters, bundled together and tied with narrow purple ribbon, were all written in the same hand, between a February of about sixty years beofre and a summer of the following year. They were sent first from the manor house of a villiage I remembered from the map as being some twenty miles away from Crythin Gifford, and later from a lodge in the Scottish countryside beyond Edinburgh. All were addressed to 'My Dear' or 'Dearest Alice' and signed for the most part 'J' but occassionally 'Jennet'. They were short letters, written in a direct, rather naive manner, and the story they told was a touching one and not particularly unfamiliar. The writer, a young woman and apparently a relative of Mrs Drablow, was unmarried and with child. At first, she was still living at home, with her parents: later, she was sent away. Scarcely any mention was made of the child's father, accept for a couple of references to 'P'. 'P will not come back home.' And: 'I think P was sent abroad.' In Scotland, a son was born to her, and she wrote of him at once, with a desperate, clinging affection. For a few months the letters ceased, but when they began again it was at first with desperate outrage and protest, later, in quiet, resigned bitterness. Pressure was being exerted upon her to give up the child for adoption; she refused, saying over and over again that they would 'never be parted'.

'He is mine. Why should I not have what is mine? He shall not go to strangers. I shall kill us both before I let him go.'

Then the tone changed.

'What else can I do? I am quite helpless. If you and M are to have him I shall mind it less.' And again, 'I suppose it must be.'

But at the end of the last letter of all was written in a very small, cramped hand: 'Love him, take care of him as your own. But his is mine, mine, he can never be yours. Oh, forgive me. I think my heart will break. J.'

In the same packet, there was a simple document drawn up by a lawyer, declaring that Nathaniel Pierston, infant son of Jennet Humfrye was become by adoption the child of Morgan Thomas Drblow of Eel Marsh House, Crythin Gifford and of his wife, Alice. Attached to this were three other papers. The first was a reference from a lady M - in Hyde Park Gate - for a nursemaid called Rose Judd.

I had read and set this aside, and was about to open the rest, a single folded sheet, when I looked up suddenly, startled in the present by a noise.

Spider was at the door, growling the same, low growl of the previous night. I looked around at her and saw that her heckles were up. For a moment I sat, too terrified to move. Then I recalled my decision to seek out the ghosts of Eel Marsh House and confront them, for I was sure - or I had been sure, in the hours of daylight - that the harder I ran away from those things, the closer they would come after me and dog my heels, and the greater would be their power to disturb me. And so, I laid the papers, got to my feet and went quickly to open the door of the small parlour in which I'd been sitting ...

WOMAN IN BLACK, THE
Fortune Theatre
by Stephen Mallatratt from the novel by Susan Hill
(07 Jun 1989 - Booking to 17 Dec 2011)

Russell Street, Covent Garden, London, WC2B 5HH

Julian Forsyth and Christopher Naylor in
THE WOMAN IN BLACK
Adapted by Stephen Mallatratt
From the novel by Susan Hill

Directed by Robin Herford
Designed by Michael Holt
Lighting by Kevin Sleep

Unanimously acclaimed by the critics, Stephen Mallatratt's adaptation of Susan Hill's best selling novel combines the power and intensity of live theatre with a cinematic quality inspired by the world of film noir. It is a formula that provides audiences with an evening of unremitting drama as they are transported into a terrifying and ghostly world.

Now in its 21st terrifying year, with over 7 million people have lived to tell the tale of one of the most exciting, gripping and successful theatre events ever staged.

'A TRULY NERVE-SHREDDING EXPERIENCE' - Daily Mail

'DON'T GO UNLESS YOU LIKE BEING SCARED OUT OF YOUR WITS' - Sunday Mirror

'THE MOST BRILLIANTLY EFFECTIVE SPINE CHILLER YOU WILL EVER ENCOUNTER... IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS SHOW YET YOU ARE MISSING A TREAT' - Daily Telegraph