That was noice

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.



Categories: arts & entertainment

7 replies

  1. Yes, but can he hold a tune? I saw a bit of a thing on tele–dress-rehearsals and Hugh sounded alarmingly off-key, this would spoil it completely for me.

  2. He was on pitch for the whole night except for one time when he got the croaky-frog moment (which I’ve had myself as a vocalist) – he immediately did entirely the right thing and throttled back until the phlegm moved downwards, at which stage he cranked the volume/vibrato up again. He knows what he’s doing, and he was in tune last night.
    He’s not the best singer, but neither was Allen, so it works. Some of the other cast voices, especially Greg the lover, are sublime.

  3. When I say he’s not the best singer, I mean instrument-wise. His technique is excellent.

  4. I took The Beloved and the Mother-in-Law down to see it on Saturday. They too said it was wonderful.
    Apparently there were some out of towners behind them. One of them was keen to hear “Tenterfield Saddler” and would exclaim “Tenterfield!” in expectation of the song.
    And there was this bit of overheard conversation:
    “What did he die from?”
    “AIDS.”
    “No, It wasn’t AIDS. It was an AIDS related illness.”

  5. So what did you get up to while they were ogling Hugh?
    As to the AIDS conversation, they’re technically correct – nobody actually dies from AIDS. I’m not sure what practical difference dying from a disease that only people with AIDS die from makes though.

  6. Well that’s a relief.

  7. I went to the James Squire Brew Pub to met a friend and responsibly (as I was driving) nurse a pint and a few lights over a few hours. My friend decided that I need help in the impending parenting stakes so she kindly gave me a copy of Memoirs of a Rookie Parent.
    I suppose you had to be there for the AIDS comments. As related to me by The Beloved it was quite amusing. As was the muffled, excited cries of “Tenterfield!”

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