Hee hee, guess who saw Phantom of the Opera?
Bingo. ME.My thoughts? Christine was wonderful. Very heroically brave, but also the damsel in distress--an angel with an edge of darkness.
The phantom...disappointed me. He was supposed to be darkly charming with the elegance of a killer and deadly grace. And most importantly, he was supposed to have a lethally seductive voice. Instead I saw a rather large man who was always either crying or screaming, had the voice of a banshee and was about as charming as elephant crap. Not. Great. He's supposed to look like this:

Raoul was also the opposite of what I suspected, but in a good way. I thought he'd be a stuffy, possessive jerk, but I was instead greeted by a sweet young man who...oh, foo, what I really want to say is that he was possessive, and maybe a tad of a jerk, but he was the opposite of stuffy--he was yummy. And that made it alllllll better!
But the best part of the whole thing was the effects--visually, the costumes were intricate and beautiful and the sets were detailed and perfect. Sound-wise, it was loud, dramatic and LOUD. Marvelously loud. BUM...BUM BUM BUM BUM BUUUUUUM... BUM BUM BUM... BUM BUM BUM BUM BUUUUUUUUM!
Hee hee.
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