Oh 1992, your cave of wonders was resplendent thanks to one magic carpet of a movie. ‘Aladdin’ is still the Prince Ali of Disney films, beating nostalgia kicks as evergreen awesome as ‘The Lion King’ and ‘The Little Mermaid’ thanks to its mix of tunes, magic, quality animation and Robin Williams in wisecracking big blue genie mode. I watch it at least once a year.
Which is why Aladdin coming to Broadway (and hopefully theatres beyond Midtown NYC) inspires a Christmas morning feeling in this street rat. The shining, shimmering, splendid Disney musical kicked off preview performances yesterday, with opening Broadway night scheduled for mid-March.
Adam Jacobs stars as the titular street urchin with Courtney Reed as Jasmine, with direction and choreography steered by Casey Nicholaw. Of course, it’s the music by Oscar winner Alan Menken and lyrics by Tim Rice and Howard Ashman that are the real draw for ’90s kid who still burst out a “Let’s not be too hastyyyy / Still I think he’s rather tastyyyy” when drunk. No, not me – erm, I know people…
Anyway, here’s hoping for the good reviews to come flying in ‘A Whole New World’ style so we have a new ‘Lion King’-size global hit on our hands so we don’t have to hop a plane to New York to see it. There’s one of my three wishes.
You’d be forgiven for glancing at the picture above and mistaking it for the album cover of Tori Amos’s early album ‘From the Choirgirl Hotel’. Take another look then, for this image is an entirely different proposition: it is a promotional still from the new musical ‘The Light Princess’, a theatrical fairytale featuring music penned by the flame-haired singer/songwriter herself.
Of course, Toriphiles will already have their tickets and the most devout Little Earthquakers will have already caught Amos’s debut theatre work during opening week. I shockingly am yet to purchase a ticket, but am greatly intrigued by the prospect of Amos translating her increasingly orchestra-led songcraft to the stage.
‘The Light Princess’ tells the tale of Althea, a princess who is unable to cry following the death of her mother and so becomes light with grief and floats away. With music and lyrics by the iconic Amos and a book by playwright Samuel Adamson, director Marianne Elliott’s play runs at the South Bank’s National Theatre until early January.
Lucky enough to be spending summer in New York? After you’ve spent way too much time perusing the shelves of Midtown Comics, make sure you pick up a hot ticket for the fantastic ‘Fucking Up Everything’, an off-Broadway show that plays to the hearts of geeky romantics everywhere.
Having recently had the pleasure to catch a performance, I can safely say it’s a charmer. Imagine ‘How I Met Your Mother’ sidling up to ‘Scott Pilgrim’, only with more songs, hipster jokes, cool T-shirts, saucy shenanigans and a healthy dose of ukulele. Oh, and puppets – do not forget the puppets.
Running throughout the summer at the Elektra Theatre, FUE will put a spring in your step with catchy tunes that I eagerly await to be available on CD. #GetYourHeartOn