Last night Gramlynne (the sometimes Good Witch of the North) treated Stacy and I to a night out complete with babysitting. The event: Wicked at the Pantages theater in L.A. We haven't had a kid-free night out in several months. It was awesome!We had dinner at a cool Brazilian restaurant called Bossa Nova on Sunset Blvd. Pão de quejio, kibe, and caipirinhas! Oh my.
Neither of us had ever seen Wicked, but had heard really good things about it. We weren't disappointed. We had awesome seats, front and center (more or less) and were almost as impressed by the theater architectural design and detail as the show itself.The visuals and music were fantastic and the story was quite clever. (I won't give away the details.)
The storyline poked at the post-modern, relativistic view of morality. (i.e. What does it mean to be wicked? Isn't something "wicked" just because we've labeled it to be so? Doesn't it vary based on your point-of-view?, etc.) I don't think that the show embraced this philosophy, per se, though some of its characters certainly did. By the end the audience member could make strong assessments of who was wicked and who wasn't, so the play didn't seem to be rabidly promoting the the idea that morality is relative, but rather that the good will sometimes be misunderstood and vilified by those who are ignorant or have hidden agendas. All-in-all a thought-provoking play -- something that isn't all that common in musical theater.
Thanks Lynne! I promise to stop throwing glasses of water at you.
Oh, and Stacy informed me that I'd be sleeping with Toto tonight if I didn't include this picture of her without her stage make-up...
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