Pam and I saw The Book of Mormon. It was an awesome day.
We started with brunch at Garces Trading Company. Because we were there for brunch, Pam ordered breakfast food (of course) and I ordered lunch (of course). We don’t venture into Philly for restaurants that often, but this would be well worth the trip.
The show itself was excellent. It totally was South Park or Team America: World Police…but in musical form. In fact there were some prerecorded voices that sounded just like Cartman and Mr. Garrison. (It’s funny to hear the Cartman voice say “This is Jesus”.)
Now because it was Trey Parker and Matt Stone, The Book of Mormon was as ridiculous and crude as you would expect it to be. And though I’m no Broadway expert, I think they really have the chops to pull off a musical. The experts must feel that way too, because the show won a lot of Tony Awards.
I don’t want to give away any of the plot, but in addition to the humor and music, I (of course) enjoyed the fact that the show makes fun of religion a lot. I don’t know if Mormons or other Christians feel this way, but I think Parker and Stone did this very tactfully. They managed to craft the individual characters in encouraging light even while cutting up the religion in a grander approach. It was a good balance.
Today came together in such a way that Pam and I were able to have an unplanned breakfast together. We went to the Turning Point and it was good as always.
We got there in the middle of the brunch crowd. To get seated at a table would’ve required us to wait 15-30 minutes. We did have a bit of a time constraint, so we chose to sit at the breakfast bar where we could be seated immediately.
Next to me was sitting an old guy, “Charlie”. He was there by himself. He was enjoying breakfast. Taking his time. Reading a little in the newspaper. But mostly talking to everyone who worked there. It was clear he was a regular. When he was getting ready to go, one of the waitresses said “Will I see you on Monday, Charlie? We’ll have some fresh muffins.” He was at home. I want to be this guy when I grow up.
Pam and I went to see Fish in the Dark on Broadway today. It was good…typical Larry David. Not much different than Curb Your Enthusiasm or Clear History. It’s basically all the same character. Which is fine for me because I love it.
Prior to the show starting, there were some Nazi ushers directing everybody. They were very forceful about seating, talking, no pictures or filming. (I took this before I heard that part.) But the thing they stressed the most was no reentry until intermission if you left to use the bathroom or something. This was clear at the time I purchased tickets and then a couple subsequent emails too. I guess the actors feel it distracting or something. Sounds like one of Larry’s rules. But knowing him it is something that bothers him when he’s in the audience. Fine for me…it bothers me too.
When Larry first appeared on stage he got a big applause. The first thing I noticed was that his character was dressed like Larry David. I said to Pam, that they spent no money on wardrobe for this show. Larry just goes on stage with whatever he put on that morning.
The other highlight of the play was in the second act. Larry’s character was asked how he liked something. He replied with a Curb style “Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty good”.
The audience loved it. I guess we’re all fans.