December 12th, 2008

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Knigits On Broadway

Since Ellen's parents are in town to see Klezmer Nutcracker, our lives are but a giddy social whirl. Yeah, yeah, I know--all right, a giddier social whirl, then. Plays, museums, a birthday party Sunday for Ellen's dad. It's a lot of fun, but they're about to wear us out.

Last night, it was Spamalot.

All other things being equal, I wouldn't have thought Ellen's parents would have been eager to see a Broadwayization of the gloriously silly Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I would have thought August: Osage County or Dividing the Estate would be more to their taste. But no. Spamalot it was, even over Gypsy with Patti Lupone (which is just as well, since we're seeing it with our friend Anne when she comes to spend Xmas with us). I'm afraid I had doubts in my own right, feeling as I do about MPATHG--ie, rabidly fannish and liable to quote entire sections at the drop of a holy grenade. It was not going to be the same, and although I really wanted to see it, I also really didn't, if that makes the slightest bit of sense at all.

Well, it wasn't the same, and that was okay.

I still like the movie better. There were many more poo-poo jokes (the French taunting, in particular, went on and on and on and on and on) and I miss Zoot (naughty Zoot) and the fact that Camelot is a silly place, which was demonstrated but never stated. But I loved the take-offs on Las Vegas and torch songs and sentimental musical theatre. I loved the Very Expensive Forest the knights got lost in and the Lady of the Lake's gravity-defying costumes (and high notes) and a plot point that I probably shouldn't mention because it's a gigantic spoiler and this puppy will probably be on tour for years and if you get a chance to see it, you'll never forgive me for having told you.

There was also fake snow and an explosion of confetti, and a truly wonderful Tim.

We all laughed immoderately, especially at the musical jokes, which were legion. During the overture, Ellen nearly fell off her seat. A lady behind us said, "It hasn't even started yet, and that woman's laughing hysterically." And when Ellen said she was laughing at the musical jokes, she made a WTF kind of face. "Well," she said. "We're musical morons, so I guess you'll have to explain it to us." And then she talked through the show, which only goes to show. Luckily, the music was so loud it didn't much matter.

And Ellen's folks? They laughed and laughed. And we're going to see Dividing the Estate tomorrow night.