Husband, Daughter, and I attended a local production of Nunsense recently. The show is pure farce, a series of songs, dances, and gags, all loosely held together by a meager plot. Its construction is similar to that of Cats, except Cats is more serious and its plot is even less substantial (I remember being totally surprised when Grizelda's resurrection drama occurred at the end).
For all its silliness, Nunsense is an ambitious undertaking for a small town civic theater group. It's a tour de force featuring five women whose roles require they all be singing, dancing, and running around at a gallop the entire time.
The performance wasn't perfect. The Reverend Mother kept flubbing her lines and there were some pitch problems on a few songs, but those gals kept on hoofin' and woofin' and spoofin'.
Husband and Daughter were not impressed. Husband, it seems, prefers plots, and Daughter is not turned on by idiocy.
But I loved every stupid minute of it. Life is hard-- I want my entertainment light and easy.
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