I have this friend of mine we’ve been lucky to stay friends since our college days…but even more specifically she’s my “musical friend” we go and see tons of shows together (the ones that my hubby would LOVE to skip). We are going to watch our Alma mater produce Beauty and the Beast this weekend, but in March we were able to watch one of my bucket-list broadway shows: The Lion King. I was disappointed last time that I didn’t snag tickets when they were in Richmond (a couple of years ago I think) so I pounced on them with a friend seeing it in her neck of the woods in NC.
We dressed up, split a delicious fancy cupcake, took pre-show pictures (I turned profile to hide my poision ivy face) though I went to the ER the night before driving to her house….can I tell you how much I was NOT going to miss this show?!
I just stared…mouth agape at the opening sequence. I’d heard about how amazing the puppets, the costumes, the audience interaction was…but it was NOTHING to actually sitting there watching it. There was movement everywhere…cheetahs, lions, flocks of birds, all types of animals. I literally smacked R on the arm to get her to glance around to watch a giant elephant amble up to the stage. It was nothing short of magical as I whispered “this has become my new favorite musical.”
Honestly, I’ve never seen a Broadway show more elaborately brought to life. I never felt that the puppets made the performance feel child-like. The puppets/costumes are painted in a tribal/African style which makes it feel more authentic than the original movie. There were a few differences from the movie (some additional scenes/tweaks) but the classic songs and lines were all included. (And I may or may not have been singing along)
The acting of Scar was probably one of my favorite parts. He has this dry humor and he kept with the integrity of the famous music and lines while adding his own flair and personality in.
The children playing Simba and Nala were also adorable. We saw the boy as we took the elevator to the parking garage. Everyone flocked around him, complimenting him, and a couple asked for pictures. (I refrained but REALLY wanted a picture). He was so chill with the swarm. Later, we saw them again driving the car out of the garage. I leaned out the window to tell them “good night” to which R calls me a creeper….(so apparently I didn’t restrain myself enough).
We ended up with lots of swag. A photo book detailing the production of the show, a tote bag, and I purchased a necklace. R said “ooh I could use the tote bag as a dance bag” and because I’m a horrible copy cat I decided to do the same. But seriously, how snazzy is it to take a Broadway style bag to practice? Lets me dream big dreams, right?