Last night, making good on a Christmas present from my in-laws, we went out to the theater. Specifically, we went to see two of our local, excellent companies join forces to produce “Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris.”
Things I have learned since yesterday:
1. People who came of age in the 60s have really fond memories of the show.
2. People who did not come of age in the 60s find the show really confusing.
3. Neither side can imagine what the other is thinking.
The show was beautifully sung, staged, and costumed. It just required a certain, shall we say, intensity from both actors and audience. Imagine tender young things throwing themselves upon the stage, wailing, sometimes in German. Imagine young hipsters flirting and waggling their derrieres at grannies in the front row. Imagine a statue coming to life and swearing at you.
Or, if you came of age in the 60s, imagine it simply marvelous.