I’ve been soaking up some theatrical culture lately in the City. Last night we went to the Opera for The Magic Flute. A couple weeks ago I saw Sweeny Todd. Next week, The Importance of Being Earnest. The week after that will be The Rainmaker. Last Friday I checked out the Broadway karaoke at the Octavia Lounge (not so much like the karaoke you’re used to, you have to know the words, and most bring their sheet music - I'll have to go back with a few songs).
The Opera was the fanciest of the bunch, and pretty enjoyable outside of a few long droning numbers by Sarastros. One problem with the opera though… the roiling miasma of perfume makes being there only barely tolerable. A year of Garcia-Marchesi though, and I’ve got a new appreciation for those voices.
I’ve added a new one to my list of worst movies. Last night I watched Happy Feet. I saw it had good reviews, but don’t let them fool you. This heavy-handed, Oliver Stone for Children, penguin drivel with mediocre singing was passable on fast-forward. A couple others on my list include Boxing Helena and Without a Paddle.
From a BBC review: A bewildering combination of anthropomophic perversity and environmental polemic, all scored to cheesy pop hits.