“No, I won’t do it! I’m revolting!’
“…I know what you’re trying to say, but you should know that’s not how it’s coming out.”
– Georgie and C.
Once a month J. and I get together with Angel and Hotty. Hotty and J. are both from the City and were in Korea together at about the same time, although their paths didn’t really cross until they married Angel and I (respectively), but now we’re the coolest foursome of Couple Friends you ever did see. We watch movies, treat each other to our favorite restaurants, and generally pal around. Every once in a while one of us scores a deal and we all get to partake.
Last Friday, for instance when Angel got four tickets to the musical A Tale of Two Cities. A night out at the theatre, good company, but no I wasn’t entirely transported.
Why? Because while I was sick with the plague I watched Les Miserables in concert for its 25th anniversary, and had just listed to the soundtrack of The Scarlet Pimpernel a couple of days earlier. I like my French revolutions with either A) delicious foppery, or B) soul wrenching redemption. You simply can’t beat the humor of The Scarlet Pimpernel, or the power of Les Miserables – fun family fact, Les Mis is the only musical to ever have made me cry. Kiri and I watched it at the Queen’s Theatre in the West End and wept. Buckets!
J. played along although he isn’t as big a fan of musical theatre as I am and made stereotypical American comments stereotyping the French. Although I will grant him, they really never got their whole revolutionary act together (any sort of cultural event that gets lovingly nicknamed the Reign of Terror can probably be labeled a failure).
In any event, it was too like Les Mis for me, despite the totally different revolutions. The downtrodden rise up, and it ends badly. The most standout characters are villainous (In LM the Thénardiers, in ToTC a graverobber and his cronies). Main character is a man who has changed his name to escape his past and is continuously running from it. In both plays the characters are driven to their various acts of self-sacrifice for the love of a little girl. Etc., etc., etc.. Oh I enjoyed it, but like I said, not entirely transported.
Probably because I strongly dislike Dickens…