So, I suppose a menage a trois is out of the question?

[shadesofmauve]

madalchemist, zair99, meliz115, ribbitkisser, Traitorous Rat Bastard, Kat, Helen and I just saw the Phantom of the Opera at Sehome Cinema.

< ASIDE > It is vital that everyone know that in the gal's loo at Sehome Cinema you can buy, not just tampons, but stick-on body jewels. Best $.75 impulse purchase I've ever made - they dressed up Rat Bastard quite lover-ly. < / ASIDE >



I'll have to read over her entire review, but I think I agree with crazyasterix's main point - movie phantom is just not as edgy as theatre phantom. The key being that spooky element of 'You know you shouldn't, and you know you want to." That dark power isn't really there.

That, daalings, is the difference between te 'er' and the 're.'

Of course, in all fairness, I have NEVER seen the stage show. I have zoned out into a complete music druggie trance to the soundtrack far more than is good for me (Phantom and Les Mis being the two reasons I'll never need to use actual chemical drugs). The song 'Phantom of the Opera' is helplessly tied to the memory of playing it in a Phantom medley in one of the Capitol Area Youth Symphonies - our uber-cool sixteenth notes that no one ever notices, and the way the entire section started bobbing back and forth to the electric bass. Good times, and good music (any musicians/theorists out there who'd like to point out how simple the harmonies are can go right at it, I don't care).

Christine is obviously a veteran of the Kiannu Reeves school of acting. Raoul is...well...the pretty boy. Kat says that they were all a bit too 'porn star.' Well, his name IS Raoul. He probably fit the best. Madame Giry was probably the best well played, though she seemed young (btw, I want to know how do do that to my hair). Phantom really isn't that seriously disfigured - in fact, he's just a guy, which takes away a lot of the 'unearthliness' that makes the character so beguilling. The sheer decadence of props and costumes were delightful, even if the scantiness of Christine's was, well, a tad out of place. Specifically, most of the fabric was usually about three feet behind her (and to anyone whose never warn a cloak, 6 inches up off the ground it STILL gets muddy - imagine three feet of train). Switching sung dialogue to spoken (Little lotty, was she fonder of chocolates?) was aggravating, because you can tell it's not normal spoken dialogue. The random attempts at accents were anything but French, and since I converse regularly with accents which definatley are, that's kind of frustrating. On the other hand, it's a show which makes no real stabs at believability, so i just call up my amazing powers of suspension of disbelief.

I'm now listening to the soundtrack, because Michael Crawford's gorgeous voice does far more for me than either Movie-Raoul-or-Phantom's rather exposed chests - even if my feeling on leaving the theatre (a feeling which applies triply to the real thing) is that all of these relationship problems could be solved by ditching the ditz and holding a lil' menage a trois.

And possibly counseling.



floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me
Savor each sensation
Let the dream give in
Let your darker side give in
to the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night

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[shadesofmauve]

Heh - I just re-read it and realised how disjointed it is, but I should write more goofy movie reviews. The best ones come after seeing a movie with a big group, or just a /special/ group, like when westrider and I watched Highlander: End Game (I have fond memories of that terrible movie).

see you at masterrobyn's tomorrow?

[fenmere.livejournal.com]

Yep!