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Chess In Concert 2009 (this ain’t a review, though.)
posted March 3, 2010 12:22 am
Let me ramble a little bit about my current muse.
I have not watched many musicals to date. I have not watched Cats, and Joseph & The Technicolour Dreamcoat. As far as my geekiness is concerned, in the musicals genre, I’m pretty much just a kitten growing her little claws.
But when I first watched Chess in Concert, I had my mind blown.
To smithereens.
Tim Rice is a lyrical genius. If his name sounds familiar to you, he was the one who wrote Evita. Jesus Christ Superstar. And all the Lion King songs. And Aladdin. He holds 3 Oscars.
Let’s talk about the performers.
There was Idina Menzel, who was fantastic.
Idina Menzel, who played Florence. I thought she looked better in the coat.
Adam Pascal was nothing short of amazing.
If I made a list of Top 100 Sexy Villians Of All Time, he’d be somewhere on top. His display of arrogance as the American chess player makes it desirable to be arrogant.
Oh, and Marti Pellow.
He couldn’t have played a better Arbiter. Hotness.
And then there’s Josh Groban.
Oh, Josh, Josh Groban.
He is the reason the closing of Act One is bordering orgasmic. I have watched that part over and again at least a hundred times.
Josh Groban plays Sergievsky, the protagonist Russian chess player.
So, okay. He’s a less experienced actor than Menzel. Or Pascal.
But he’s talented. And gorgeous.
That frown, those eyes. That voice.
The perfect lethal combination to murder.
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I wish there was a version of this post where I don’t sound so much like a screaming fan girl in flutterbies.
le happy sigh.
*photo credits: http://www.chessinconcert.com/
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