Wed 3rd September and Thursday 4th September
Thanks, Rachel, for your great review from last night.
Anyway, tonight has shown me that I really must visit Billy a little more often in future, I completely forgot what I was missing!
Take note, anyone in the same boat
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When we were kids a new small(ish) factory was built at the top of our road. Not just an ordinary factory – a chocolate factory. Well, to be completely accurate, a sweet factory. This was light years before ‘elf and safety and paranoia set in so, not too long after production commenced, we found ourselves able to pop in on certain occasions and have a look, as it were. You can imagine what the sight was like to a bunch of ten year olds – to stand there and watch conveyor belts of goodies roll by mainly consisting of toffee squares and fudge rounds. The “squares” and the “rounds” were important factors. Machines in those times were not as precise so, if a toffee wasn’t square or a piece of fudge wasn’t round it was removed from the conveyor. Let’s face it, who in their right mind would want to eat a semi-hexagonal Rolo? In today’s world these “rejected” pieces would have had a “counsellor” standing by but everything was made of sterner stuff in those days and guess who the grateful beneficiaries of those pieces were. Yum-Yum
.....and enough to keep you going until next time. This went on for a year or so and then one morning we woke to the news that, overnight, the factory had burned to the ground and it was never rebuilt
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Billy Elliot: The Musical conveyor has the opposite rules. None of the cast may be the same whether it be Dad, Mrs. W, Mr. B or the Billys, Michaels and Debbies. Thank goodness for that. They are all brilliant in their own way and all of them contribute massively to the production. Even the music is not the same. Variations ebb and flow all the time with delightful swirls and twirls, not to mention a cymbal or two, to nurture your delicate ears into ecstasy.
Over three shows in a couple of days I was, thus, able to enjoy a whole plethora of different cast members either performing as scheduled or stepping into vacant shoes.
Ollie, Elliott and Matteo (in that order), all at different stages of their Billy careers, delivered the goods in their own inimitable and brilliant styles (and all of them were carrying shiny new bright blue Billy Bags). I had the good fortune to view Ollie’s show from the Dress Circle which is undoubtedly THE place to see the show from but, when you go often, a bit pricey so one must constantly be on the lookout for the cheap seats. There are so many different perspectives based on where you sit but one thing does stand out. The sizes of the current young cast compared to the adults. Looking up from the front an optical illusion loses this perspective a bit but from “up there”, for example, when Dad is looking down at and berating Billy in front of all the Ballet Girls it looks so much more humiliating for him. Likewise in the scene prior to Angry Dance. The floor lighting, of course, is just incredibly brilliant from on high and, as for Dream Ballet? WOW.
Ruthie and Chris have really settled, their confrontation is epic as is Deka’s fight with Tony. Incidentally, in relation to Rachel and John’s comments on Deka sent sprawling on the floor. I have only seen this happen once before – quite a long time ago now. I mostly attend matinees at which he doesn’t do it and he didn’t at yesterday’s either so maybe he only does it once a day, LOL. I genuinely thought it was an accident last night and one would wonder if it was wise for him to be doing this even once a night – I am basing this viewpoint entirely on what I saw last night. I got quite a fright as, at one point, I thought he looked so off-balance that he was going to crash head-on into the steel cage.
All three shows I saw were top class, packed with all the thrills, emotions and performed by a multitude of multi-talented performers. My grateful thanks to Ollie/Elliott/Matteo and Co. for once again making my trip to London so memorable…enough toffee and fudge to last until next time.
Pat