Of The Lord Of The Rings and V-DayLast night was magical. Apart from Londoner's turning out lookinglovely and smelling good. And roses available everywhere, the air,albeit cold, was fragrant! Him and I went to see The Lord Of the Rings at the Theatre Royal on Drury Lane of Covent Garden. I have seen some musicals and quite a bit of theatre but nothing came close to magic of this one. I sat there, completely enraptured!
Theoption for V-Day for me was a cryptic text message, 'Fantasy ORHollywood'. I did not know what he was thinking but the surprise planwas to ask my opinion and then lead me on to see it! I chose fantasy.And oh boy, did it live up the expectations and a bit more. The LOTRhad magnificent sets, and thats a bit of an understatement! Itinitially made me look at it and think wow! I moved from being aspectator of the proceedings, aware of the people around me, the headsof the people in front of me, the sounds of people coughing, of crispsbeing eaten and the occasional mobile phone going off, as things movedon stage, I sort of fell into it. Enraptured, sucked into, speechlessand absorbed to the exclusion of my surroundings. The interval made mecome back to life and my surroundings. The costumes were amazing as was the music. Sometime into the play, some Orcsmade their way up into the audience and decided to breathe loudlyaround us and stare up close to our faces, scaring the life out ofsome, but making the make-believe even more real. They thumped aroundand snarled and shocked people, especially the children in theaudience. It was really good! The Gigantic spider was unnervingly realas were the scenes of battle and the very fluid, slimy and creepyGollum. Galadriel was ethereal and Gandalf had great delivery with abooming voice. The music of A.R.Rahman made itself known through somebeats and use of musical instruments that are familiar to people whohave heard his work. The place was jam packed with families,couples and individuals. The whole thing was seamless.It was well wortha visit. And I was glad I was kept out of the mushy restaurants withhearts on the walls, and roses, and confetti and champagne and starryeyed people staring at each other over candle light. Valentine's daymakes me sick with the amount of sweeti-ness that goes around. Him andI tend to run away from the crowds on the mushy day of the year.Whether it is to South Queensferry in Edinburgh, or to LonavalaI think we are expected to quit being mushy in a post marriage stageanyways! I am warned there shall be a day when if he brings me flowersI shall need to ask him - whats up? http://m0rph3us.blogspot.com/2008/02/of-lord-of-rings-and-v-day.html
