A friend recently offered me a "free ticket" to see Les Mis with her on Broadway. I find it amusing, that of all the years I've spent in this city, I've never seen that performance. Isn't it supposed to be some sort of classic? Isn't it "the staple" of Broadway shows? As far as I'm concerned, Les Mis is a buttoned-down white shirt, a pair of black pumps with a 2 inch heel, white rice, and a Bud Light. It needs to be in your musical theater pantry.
So, you've got your classic songs, your will-they-or-won't-they love story, your political injustice mixed in with some jolly fat people who serve spirits to the locals and comic relief to the audience. It's sweet. It's what you'd expect.
But I have to tell you, don't you just hate it when you tell people about a show you've seen, or a book you've read, or a movie you sat through, and they looked at you with wide eyes and exclaim, "Wasn't that JUST the BEST??" And you feel taken aback, for a moment, because while you did appreciate the artistry, you weren't exactly quitting your day job to follow the national tour.
But hey. Broadway is Broadway. And it's quite nice to spend a Sunday afternoon in a balcony seat, surrounded by applause, in the glow of a spotlight.
Sure, why not, let's give 'em a round of applause.
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