Wicked / James A.

Juicelog Thurs 210906: After a disappointing Wicked we went round the corner to Pizza Express for an evening meal to talk about why we didn’t like the musical. For me, I found the whole thing limped along with a few amusing moments (and they weren’t even all that). Someone along the line took what sounded like a neat idea on paper and turned it into an incoherent messy production. Musically and lyrically the score was poor and forgettable. The way Elphaba was shown to revolt against the empire of Oz was not plausible. Points were only scored for the cast, choreography (even though a few of the dancers were off time) and the visuals (Emerald City was the only thing out of Wicked that really came alive).

During dinner I spotted an unattended bag but more importantly I detected an Eastender (seated with a horde of women) in da joint. Following a quick research phone call, detailed instructions and superb tutelage from Alex C, I then plucked up the courage to approach “Martin Fowler” to tell him that he had 5 minutes left to wish me happy birthday.

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