I have a tremendous new crush.
On this man.
And the entire cast, crew, and anyone touching anything having to do with the musical in which he is currently starring.
Sexypants, indeed. And sexy lead, sexy supporting cast, sexy set, sexy lights, sexy props, sexy script, sexy music, sexy costumes, sexy musicians, sexy ideas, sexy levels of complete and total utter ridiculousness. Sexy sexy sexy. I have never in my life been surrounded by so much sexy.
Most are calling it emo, but I'd consider it almost gothic. Broadway's newest Emo (Gothic) Rock Opera about America's 7th President, presented with not entirely true factoids and haunting parallels to modern-day government. How could this possibly go wrong? In a world where American Idols, fallen has-beens and remakes of ridiculous Hollywood triumphs and flops seem to rule the Great White Way, it is SO REFRESHING to see and hear and experience something entirely new. A contemporary look at early American history - I likes it a LOT.
Because it all works. Every second is beautifully scripted, brilliantly directed, effortlessly acted, and yet somehow nothing feels contrived or rehearsed. This is a show that is literally bursting at the seams, every moment, every move, every second full of something new and absurd. Just like every show I've ever raved about before, this is one that knows its audience and appreciates, but never apologizes for, its place. If I had to complain about anything, it would be the unmemorable music and often lackluster lyrics, but I was too busy loving everything else to let that bother me too terribly much. (Oddly enough, I recognized some of the chord progressions and a quick check in my playbill revealed why - it was written by Michael Friedman who also penned Gone Missing which is probably one of the other best shows I've ever seen. Take THAT, musical snobbery! pwned!)
I plan to groupie the hell out of this show. And hopefully, eventually, work up the courage to stage door Benjamin Walker. Yum.