fahye: ([glee] honey what you cryin' at)
One more tick on the list of musicals I've been longing to see live -- I went to see a production of bare: a pop opera as part of the Sydney Fringe tonight, and guh. My heart. Aria was asking about songs that make you cry, and I forgot to mention, oh yeah, the ENTIRE BLOODY SECOND ACT. But 'Cross' especially; the thing that saved me from blubbering in this production was the fact that the guy playing Father Flynn was disappointingly dull and -- disengaged, I guess, not looking or sounding like he cared much about what Jason was going through. I had to stop myself from leaping onto the stage and yelling HEY. HEY DUDE. THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE FUCKING MUSICALS AND YOU ARE NOT. STEPPING. UP.

However, the actress playing Claire was so good that 'Warning' almost made me tear up, which it usually doesn't.

And Peter! And Sister Chantelle! And Lucas! And NADIA! And Jason sfkhsjdfdjksahdkhs that kid was just phenomenal.

Musicals forever, this one especially, the end.

~

All right, I give up, I have to talk about this stupid fic or in a fit of pique I will end up banishing all 13,500+ words of it to my WIP folder hilariously labelled 'UNLIKELY', and have a sniffly weekend with icecream & self-help books, as one does after a painful breakup, and then try to move on with my life.

And by 'talk about' I mean 'wave bits at you'.

The click of the gun's safety is almost lost in the twin beats thudding in his chest and his wounded arm -- almost. Arthur goes still, and releases his grip on the key.

"I'd raise my hands," he says. "But I'd rather not."

"Understandable."

He turns slowly and meets Heather's bright smile, coming at him down the unwavering barrel of the gun. "You have improved," she says. "Your team, too -- very good. I can see why you're pushing them."

"How did they do?"

"Debriefing up top," she says, and pulls the trigger. Arthur's nose is itching like fury when he wakes up.

"In the face?" Yusuf says, sympathetic. "Me too. She barely blinked."
fahye: ([disney] pieds nus sur les pavés)
I warned you! It's holidays, there will be picspams. This production of Joseph, like the JC Superstar I picspammed a while back, is a 'stage' version which was basically made to be filmed.

This musical, if you are unfamiliar with it, is crack. PURE CRACK. Andrew Lloyd Webber basically used it as an excuse to use a different style of music for each item, and it's extraordinarily cheesy and bright and fun and dizzying.

Also, homoerotic.

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Oh, you don't believe me on that last one? HAH. Just wait. )
fahye: ([other] waiting by chance)
Musical picspam time! The last time I did this it was JC Superstar -- today we are going to stare at screencaps from the musical production currently devouring my mind: the recent production of Chess in Concert. (Next time it will totally be my cracktastic version of Joseph & the Technicolour Dreamcoat, fair warning.)

There are a few vids up on YouTube but I decided against embedding them because the sound quality makes me want to weep bitter tears.

Be warned: as with most musicals, my love for Chess is deep and nonironic and unabashed and involves capslock.



One day I will see a production like this in the Royal Albert Hall. ONE DAY.

onwards! )
fahye: (Default)
'Tis the season, right?

No matter what sins or weird musicals Andrew Lloyd Webber has committed or will ever commit, I will always love him for this one. And this particular staging/movie is just brutally, jaw-droppingly well done. The music by itself is fantastic - add staging and choreography and acting and concept like this, and it becomes something phenomenal.

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Picspam. I mean, really. LOTS of caps. )

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