Really, there’s not much to say. Other than I brought my AlphaSmart NEO and typed for the entire musical. Here’s are a few snippets of what I wrote during that period of time:
First cat enters the stage, and another and another. Ironically, there are birds chirping. People are doing what I suppose are cat like things are on stage, striking cat like poses.
Oh wait, one looks like Tygra from the Thundercats. This has promise.
No, forget about the promise I talked about just now, this is really awful. Really. Awfu–Oh my hip thrusting.
The reality is starting to actually hit me: I’m watching CATS and there is this oppressive sort of walling in I’m experiencing.Annnnnnnnd more hip thrusting.I wonder if the other performers hate this guy. He’s a total douchecat.
So without further ado, CATS: the delayed liveblog stream of consciousness rant. It’s long, I’m warning you. For the “Too long; didn’t read” version, I give you this:
There are many reasons why it’s bad, dance numbers are too long, it feels dated, pompous, without substance, there is no story to speak of, and other than the costumes, there’s not much to it. Watch someone singing Memory on youtube and you’re done.
I didn’t like it, but now I feel qualified to use it as a metric when calling a musical, “bad.”
Next up is reading Twilight.