On Tuesday night I had the privilege of seeing the Broadway
show Chaplin. It portrays the life story of the famous Charlie Chaplin also
known as “the tramp”.
"The improbably epic rise and fall makes a good story,
and the creators do nothing to get in the way of that. The pleasant,
pastiche-quiche of Chris Curtis's score functions as a sort of an airplane
glue, holding everything together and managing a few corky motifs along the
way. Rob McClure, a relative unknown, who won't be much longer, proves himself
a brilliantly gifted physical comedian, an able clown, and a passionate musical
theater performer all rolled into one. At his heights he finds genius in pure
play; in his depths, he is a champion thrower of tantrums. And always, always,
he is in motion: Even McClure's stillnesses are electrified."
Although the reviews were
spectacular, I must question the producers choice to keep all costumes, props
and sets in black and white. It made the content of the show kind of “tired”. I
couldn’t help but noticing the yawns happening in the audience. The cast was
spectacular, with fantastic voices and amazing energy. Rob McClure was able to depict
the personality of Chaplin impeccably. However, there were severe parts of
sadness with in his life being basically an orphan and being “exiled” after his
participating in Russian political protests. Overall, in my opinion the show
was a 7 out of 10.
Ex.Oh.
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