Or otherwise known as,
“Confessions of a Leftpondia.”
The first time I saw
Joseph live was seven years ago at the Indianapolis Civic Theatre in my Midwestern hometown. I saw an advertisement in the local paper and was ecstatic when my aunt agreed to take me and my cousins there on a freezing December night. The amateur cast gave an electric performance that had the audience on their feet in the Megamix while my aunt--who had never seen the show before--was laughing in astonishment when Pharaoh did his Elvis number. I considered it a personal triumph for Andrew Lloyd Webber’s first musical.
The second time was just last month when I managed to score a last-minute ticket to see Lee Mead in the West End. It’s the way the critics want
Joseph look and just like Broadway shows, must meet particular expectations to please all.
The third time was at the Playhouse Theatre in Edinburgh at 8 o'clock on a Saturday night. I was intrigued to see how a “tour” would look but wisely took a cue from other fans. Just enjoy it and don’t spoil your evening by critiquing every second. But only ten minutes into the show I found myself thinking,
“This could do well in places like Chicago, Baltimore, and Boston”. Dare we have a Joseph tour in the United States like this one? It rocked my socks off.
This forum had forewarned me that Keith would not be performing due to tonsillitis but there were still groans from the shocked audience. One of the brothers stepped in as the narrator and I have no complaints regarding his performance. It was smooth and polished but I confess my mind kept envisioning Keith Jack was the one on stage. Hopefully, another chance will come for me to see the ADWD runner up perform.
I’ve always felt that too much pop music in your ears is like too much sugar in your food: cloying and unsatisfying. But hats off to BK & Co. for giving us a show that has a generous yet adequate dose of pop, sugar, and color to make a bubbly sweet powerhouse of fun that will leave you clapping and dancing in your seat. (And it’s cholesterol free too!)
I’m fascinated by pantomime’s use of song and dance to tell a story instead of having performers talk out their emotions. The show interprets the classic biblical tale but cleverly finds a way to get closer to the original story in Genesis. The best example is watching Benjamin, who shows awe rather than jealousy towards Joseph and shares no enthusiasm whatsoever when his brothers plan to make Joe “sleep with the fishes". Little Benjamin is shoved aside while 10 gleeful brothers focus on getting rid of the dreamer.
Craig makes a wonderful pop Joseph with a clear strong voice that is heard well into the audience. I have no complaints about his diction and the one or two times I detected a Scottish accent were appropriately inserted.
(“And I don’t speak Egyptian very well!”) There are gobs and gobs of humor and wonderful little quirks and gags but Craig sails through it all with beams and smiles while the audience roars in laughter in their seats. When it came down to the loincloth, there were several calls and whistles from the very-pleased audience because Mr. Chalmers wears it in ways I just can’t put in words.
Even if you know the show by heart, you’ll be amused with the delightful visuals that include cackling hags, credit cards, screaming cheerleaders, inflatable sheep and a “chariot of gold” that’s on any fanboy’s dream list. I also liked the variety of costumes such as the brothers’ 1970’s sheepskin jackets that still sell in Soho New York and gospel robes for the “Go Go Joseph” number.
Chris Barton’s role as Benjamin requires a lot of dance work and facial expressions but he pulls it off beautifully as the youngest and most innocent members of the family. It is he who looks shocked and appalled while the brothers speak of fratricide instead of the narrator and it is he who even warns Joseph of the plot afoot. When accused of theft, Chris lets out a tremendous chocked sob of
“NO!” and collapses to the floor in a state of such despair that I expected another round of “Close Every Door”.
No complaints regarding Wayne Smith’s efforts and I’m glad he’s on board the Joseph bus. From the throaty voice to head tosses, he’s everything I expect in a Pharaoh. No wonder a screaming cheerleader is reduced to fainting when he drops his scarf into her lap!
All in all, a seamlessly well-done show that you’d want to see again and again. I thought the cast would be fatigued at their third show on that Saturday but in my eyes, no one slacked off. Everyone was energetic as could be and the audience was already clapping and singing along even before the Megamix started. But two things still puzzle me:
1.Why were there so many adults in the audience instead of kids?
2. Who inflated the sheep?