The Secret Garden

Last night, thanks to the bestie, I finally saw The Secret Garden live at Colonial Players.  I have to say, it was never really one of the shows that I just had to see.  Quite honestly, I didn't really want to see it at all, but the bestie loves it so we went.  When we saw Boeing Boeing at Colonial Players a few weeks ago, it was fabulous.  The acting and staging were perfect.  This time around, not so much.

Between the random "dead" people singing and chasing alive characters around the stage and the non-trained actors attemtping a Yorkshire accent, it was most definitely not my favorite show of all time.  I'm sure the original show was lovely, but this one was extremely confusing.  I'm still not 100% sure of the storyline. The kids that acted in it, however were spectacular!  I wish I had half the talent and confidence they have.   

While watching the show, and admittedly drifting a bit, I realized something about my interests.  While the bestie loves classics, I'm more of a new fangled girl.  I love new ideas, new music, new stories.  I appreciate the classics, and there are a few that I'm madly in love with, but for the most part, I'd rather watch new stories be told.  So I'm using that as my reasoning for not enjoying the show last evening as much as the bestie did.  The cast and crew worked really, really hard, but some classic shows and some classic ideas are better left to the pros.  Meanwhile, I'll stick to the new stuff.