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15/9/07 00:18![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
madrobinsWell, I think we've found Sarcasm Girl's audition song for her theatre program interviews: "Humiliation," from Emma, a new musical. Mr. Knightley's song "Emma" has the musical hook; but the woman who played Harriet Smith is the killer, and "Humiliation" (sung with a prequel, the song itself, and a reprise) is wonderful. Now if only we can find the sheet music or, failing that, reach the composer (Paul Gordon, who also did Jane Eyre) and get it from him (the girl would do it, too).
Emma herself was well done, although she has some modern singing mannerisms that drive me a little crazy (what I would call a scooping from one note to another); the women who played the small parts of Mrs. Elton and Miss Bates were totally on target--in the midst of all this froth, the one moment of real gravitas is comprised in Miss Bates's hurt when Emma, exasperated, aims a put down at her. (YG, rather disgusted, said "It's just a dumb comment; why's everyone so upset?). And the guy who plays Mr. Woodhouse, whose only work, really, is to shuffle on stage to complain about drafts or worry about things changing, manages to make the character not simply a joke, but a rather sweet, sad old man.
Of course, SG had to eat something at the Indian restaurant immediately before to which she had a nasty reaction, and she and the Spouse missed the first twenty minutes of the show while seeking Benadryl in scenic Mountain View. Could have done without that part, I must say. Beyond that, a nice evening.
Emma herself was well done, although she has some modern singing mannerisms that drive me a little crazy (what I would call a scooping from one note to another); the women who played the small parts of Mrs. Elton and Miss Bates were totally on target--in the midst of all this froth, the one moment of real gravitas is comprised in Miss Bates's hurt when Emma, exasperated, aims a put down at her. (YG, rather disgusted, said "It's just a dumb comment; why's everyone so upset?). And the guy who plays Mr. Woodhouse, whose only work, really, is to shuffle on stage to complain about drafts or worry about things changing, manages to make the character not simply a joke, but a rather sweet, sad old man.
Of course, SG had to eat something at the Indian restaurant immediately before to which she had a nasty reaction, and she and the Spouse missed the first twenty minutes of the show while seeking Benadryl in scenic Mountain View. Could have done without that part, I must say. Beyond that, a nice evening.