Wednesday, March 17, 2010
"After opening on Broadway last year, The Light in the Piazza picked up a reputation as a musical to admire but not necessarily adore. (That dichotomy was evident at the 2005 Tonys, where it picked up six awards, more than any show, including Best Score? but not Best Musical). Its major virtues and less-than-wholly satisfying elements have all been transferred more or less intact to a worthy road production. To really love this show — and, befitting a show that celebrates flowering, impetuous romance, it does have its lovers — you probably have to fall into a unique cross-section of the theatergoing population. On the one hand, its elegant, unpatronizing, and tricky score has a serious appeal for musical sophisticates who like pondering the fine points of melody and counterpoint as they (try to) hum. On the other hand, to buy into the show's romanticism, you kind of have to just go with it and stop thinking about the ethical dilemmas that the plot sets up and then almost abandons. If you can manage that balancing act, you might be among the significant minority who find this Light heavenly." -- Entertainment Weekly.
Over the weekend, I attended a wonderful interpretation of "Light in the Piazza" at Weber State. It was all that a romantic musical should be. And maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic at heart to fit in that "significant minority" who find it heavenly. Is it a bad thing to be a hopeless romantic? Is it wrong to not let things go?
I can't get out of my mind a certain quote that has paraphrased into my mind as:
"Be careful with your dead dreams. In Italy, they tend to come alive..."
Isn't it pathetic to live a life full of misgivings? I'm feeling quite nostalgic lately, longing for something I can't have, a time and place that has passed, and along with it, opportunities and authenticity muddled, love lost.
More on that to come...