My wife pointed out this morning that this year, we’ve seen:
— “My Fair Lady” in New York.
— “Moulin Rouge” last night in Boston.
That’s a pretty good seven months of theater … which once upon a time I would have never done.
Until she saw the “Les Mis” movie, my wife’s theater interest from when she was growing up had been dormant.
As for mine, it had never existed. About the only plays I ever went to were the ones my high school put on, and that’s because my friends or my brother were in them.
I never went to a lot of movies, either, or concerts. I basically just stayed a home and watched sports. I probably wouldn’t have watched anything on Amazon Prime or Netflix, either.
So yeah, the past nearly 18 years (16 of them married) have been quite a revelation. I’m seeing things I never would have imagined — four Killian Donnelly shows alone — and I really enjoy it.
I’ll never be hard-core into theater, but I certainly like being entertained.
As for “Moulin Rouge,” I had never seen the movie, yet here I was, when my wife sent me a text that it was coming to Boston and she wanted to see it, but didn’t know when, I replied that we did have an anniversary coming up.
That was last night, and oh my God, what a show. Imagine mashing the gas pedal of your car to the floor, and barely lifting for the better part of three hours — and not down an open highway, but on the streets near your house.
That was the kind of thrill ride “Moulin Rouge” was — a whirling dervish of singing, dancing and color from the first scene.
And the newly refurbished Emerson Colonial Theatre looks amazing.Colonial in anticipation of moving to Broadway, as the theater tries to re-establish itself as a launching pad.
That would be pretty cool if it happened, because as much as I love New York City, I only get there once a year.