I was initally a tad annoyed to be sitting in the mezzanine (I'm so spoiled), but I actually think it's a better place to sit to see all the silly wackiness unfold. The show is quite well directed and choreographed and the mezz was the perfect spot to check it all out. I had a great time at Honeymoon in Vegas - it's a fun, silly, old-fashioned musical comedy that wants nothing more than to entertain. And entertain it does. I'll just mention that my seat neighbors, tourists from Austria who wanted to see The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time but were priced out, had more fun than two people should. They were just so genuinely tickled throughout the show that they raised my level of enjoyment, too. And I was already having a really fun time. :)
Following the movie plot, Honeymoon in Vegas tells the story of Jack and Betsy, a couple who have been dating for over five years. Betsy is ready for a ring and commitment, but Jack is still haunted by the spectre of his dead mother who demanded a promise on her deathbed (Nancy Opel is an absolute riot as the late mom, who keeps popping up throughout the show to remind Jack of his promise; even though I knew that she'd be turning up now and again, the way it was done was a surprise each time). Jack decides to throw caution to the wind and takes Betsy to Vegas to get married. When they're checking in, card shark Tommy Korman sees Betsy, who looks exactly like Tommy's late wife, and decides he has to have her. Wacky hijinks ensue. (I just like saying wacky hijinks ensue. I need to learn a new catchphrase.)
photo credit: Sara Krulwich |
photo credit: Sara Krulwich |
Just a couple of quibbles - I'm honestly a tiny bit puzzled as to why they set the show in the current day; the music swings like 50s/60s tunes and some of the decidedly sexist notions seemed more a part of the past (I know a few people who were offended by the sexism, for some reason it didn't really bother me, maybe because the show is just so silly, you can't take any of it seriously). I'm of two minds about Tony Danza's ballad about his wife's skin cancer, I appreciated the sheer nerve of it, but also found it distastetful (same for the song "Friki-Friki" in the second act). I also wish the bookwriter had fleshed out Betsy's character a little more, but these are quibbles. On the whole, the show is goofy fun. I enjoyed myself a great deal and I hope the show can find its audience. I would love to take my mom when she comes to visit this summer, but for some reason, the show isn't selling. The mezzanine was sadly pretty empty last night (except for my row, which was weird, but ok). Everyone in the audience last night seemed to be having a great time, and most of the audience stayed to listen to the band play us out, so the music is hitting. I don't know what the answer is to getting butts in the seats. As I often say, if I could figure that out, I'd be the richest girl in NYC. Maybe someday it will come to me in a dream (last night's dream involved the Beekman Boys and the Harvard Club, so random ideas are definitely in my subconscious wheelhouse) - I'll keep you posted on that...
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