The weather was so warm and spring-has-sprung-y that I spent it outdoors instead of in, s0 blogging has been light. I was also excited by anticipating my belated-birthday night out watching Hugh Jackman shake his moneymaker in The Boy from Oz, which was a fine fine sight.
A fine spectacular sight. The opening number was totally over the top, and Jackman’s stratospherically high energy set the pace for the rest of the show. The storyline is perhaps a bit too obviously only a thinly strung spine for the Peter Allen songbook, but I didn’t care. The supporting cast were all slick and moving at the appropriate moments (the boy playing young Peter was especially terrific), and it was a great reminder of just how many hits Allen wrote. Everybody impersonating famous characters, particularly Garland/Minelli, had obviously put great gobs of work into it, and it all showed.
I’ve been to my share of big budget musicals, and enjoyed nearly all of them, but I’ve never seen a crowd leave the auditorium with such unanimously broad grins as after this show though, still high from the grand finale finish of I Go to Rio swirling through the arena seating. Get along to it if you can.
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