Last night we went to see 'Promises, Promises', a Broadway musical from the 1960's. It was entertaining. The lead had an excellent voice. But to tell you the truth, I wasn't crazy about the plot. The musical is based on the movie from that era, The Apartment with Jack Lemmon. A single guy has an apartment. All the married guys want to use his apartment for get-togethers with their girlfriends. Four men from the office had different time slots.
While I wasn't crazy about the central idea, the real problem was the lack of dancing. After about the third singing number, I wondered: Where is the dance company? Why aren't there any dance numbers. As I recall, there was one at the end of the first act, and one at the end of the second act, but mostly it was dialog, with singing numbers. I suddenly realized how strongly I was yearning for dancing. I love the lively choreography of multiple dancers on stage. I like to feel the vibration of the floor shaking! Truthfully, I love most any kind of dancing.
I'm not sure exactly how one would determine the degree of dance numbers in a particular musical. That's a dilemma. One would have to ask somebody who has already been, I suppose. That particular theater is in a place further away---no one to ask.
The next play we are scheduled to see is Man of La Mancha. I saw that when I was in my early twenties and pregnant with my first child. What I recall is that I didn't really understand the plot; couldn't follow it. This time, I expect that I'll be able to figure it out.
I'm so much older and wiser now!
(Right!)
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