Friday, October 27, 2006


Chris and I trundled into Shaftesbury Avenue to see the Monty Python musical Spamalot, which opened 10 days ago at the Palace Theatre. We were disappointed by the seats I'd booked which were supposed to be at the front of the dress-circle, but turned out to be second-row from the back, so the sight-lines for the top of the stage were rather poor. I'm reminded of seeing Cats from a similar position about 20 years ago, and having no idea what happened when Grizabella ascends to the Heaviside Layer, after a final glimpse of departing paws was obscured by the seating level above mine.

Anyway, the sight-lines turned out to be not so much of an issue, but had effectively overcharged me so I'll think twice about using them again.

For those out of the loop, Spamalot is a musical adaptation of the film Monty Python and the Holy Grail but rips off other Python works (Always Look on the Bright Side of Life from The Life of Brian) and a score of Broadway musicals. It's all quite silly, but rarely let down by poor musical material as for example The Producers. Both the old Python pieces and the newer musical parodies made for a very funny show, and maybe the first musical ever to attract a male audience, many of whom were probably subvocalising "Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries", while their female companions smiled bemusedly while praying that their poor dears didn't buy the souvenir coconuts from the gift stall. Vocally, star of the night had to be Hannah Waddingham as the Lady of the Lake, but it was terrific to see Tim Curry on stage in the role he created on Broadway.

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