Into the Woods

Moonface & I went to see a production of Into the Woods last night, a musical run by the University of Bristol's drama queens, and very good it was, too. We were invited along by friends, parents of one of the cast members; a tall, willowly model-like girl with everything going for her.

The storyline in the musical was curious, with a first half that would have stood alone and yet felt complete; followed by a second part which turned darker and deconstructed the happy ending of the first. There was no happy ending, as most of the cast were killed off by an unseen giant, so it wasn't exactly a feelgood show.

However, we enjoyed the singing, the acting, the show, but I felt a curious ambivalence about the cast and audience who were very much the representatives of Britain's new gilded youth, from a more privileged and lucky background than were present in our day, with different voices, too. Or was that a reflection of this particular subsection of the University's students, with these being arts students with time to spend on non-study activities?

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