I really hate the show.
I love the book. And by that, I don't mean "the libretto of the musical." I mean, the REAL book. The actual Gregory Maguire book. That I like. But add Stephen Schwartz into the equation and "sublime" becomes "ridiculous" real friggin' quick.
But there is a new Madame Morrible in town and when the headmistress of Shiz University is being played by the incomparable Barbara Robertson, I may have to break down and actually buy a ticket to see one of Chicago's finest actors make a silk purse out of this sow's ear of a musical.
Especially after Chicago Tribune theatre reviewer Chris Jones wrote this about Ms. Robertson's performance...
"The recent minor improvements in Chicago's most prominent theatrical attraction won't suddenly seduce those who have always resisted the charms of this savvy, self-aware pop musical. But when you add the pleasures of Barbara Robertson -- the fifth, and the best, Madam Morrible I've seen -- to some spruced-up production values, this surely becomes a very good time to see 'Wicked.'
"Clearly, Robertson didn't get the memo that Morrible is a celebrity cameo that doesn't require staring down demons. Robertson plays the sorceress like she's doing Medea. I ate up every howl."
Anybody know if those $20 "Hour Before" tickets are still being offered for WICKED?
And if they are, anybody feel like suffering through lyrics like, "Nessa, I've got something to confessa" with me?