As the extra lucky birthday girl that I am, I had the chance to go see CATS over the weekend. Shockingly, the Broadway production was playing in our little neck of the woods and I found myself center in the sixth row. Having never seen this particular show before but LOVING every other musical I've been too, I was way-super-duper-all-the-way excited. And it was.....
WITH UNPARALLED TALENT.
AND I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT'S ABOUT.
Like most shows, it started off with a real humdinger of an opening scene. Lots going on. Interesting stage. Singing, dancing, acrobatics. It grabbed your attention like inappropriate beachware on the large and in charge.
And then the next number started. More singing. More dancing. An introduction to one of the cats in the crowd. On and on...cats.
By the fourth number, I began to gave up hope on ever discovering the plot of the story. Because there is no plot. And I am fine with that. I was perfectly content to watch these amazing actors portray cats so convincingly that it was sometimes scary. But the logical part of me still wanted THE STORY. Were these cats trying to get dodge a mangy pack of pups? Were they on the run from abusive homes? Were they at their cat family reunion? NOPE. They were just cats. Chillin. In an alley. And singing about it.
Don't get me wrong. I LOVED THE SHOW. I would see it again in a heartbeat. And I would recommend it to anyway who is okay with suspending belief and just enjoying a fun show where the performers literally knock your socks off.
Just don't call me to explain it to you when you're done.