Big Chrissy and I saw the musical version of Tales of the City the other night at ACT. It was so great to see the old gang again. Mrs. Madrigal endearingly flubbed her lines, calling Edgar Michael, and Brian Edgar, but it so reminded me of my mom’s own difficulty in telling her offspring apart that I loved her performance even more. It was definitely worth seeing, especially to experience so much imaginatively crammed into three hours–but you have to kind of psyche yourself up a bit: imagine Whitney Houston as Mary Ann, and the Tales of the City set to Godspell. I can’t remember a single tune, but the number about the crotch comes close.
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