We took the girls to see two very different theatrical performances this weekend.
The first was a live dance show with actors/dancers from the tv series, The Next Step.
My girls have seen bits and pieces of the show but never an episode in its entirety mostly because whenever I have been in the room when a clip was on, there was usually someone breaking up with someone, the content just seemed too heavy and the dancers were all way more flexible than I could ever be.
But this weekend, my niece was part of the live show and my kids were elated to be able to see her up on stage with the bright lights so they could sit back very calmly and then blurt out whenever anyone walked past, “When does our cousin come out on stage?” (future talent agents)
I was right in the seizure zone. Coloured lights flashed directly into my eyeballs and I covered my ears while my kids LIT up with excitement at the young-kid stuff happening all around us.
Sunday, I took the girls to see The Sound of Music on the big screen. All three, original hours of it in celebration of the film’s 50th anniversary.
I worried they might find it long or notice a huge difference between the high def cameras used today, the lack of CGI trickery they’ve grown accustomed to but between them, I think they only asked for 3D glasses a handful of times and that was in large part on the drive there.
After the show, our round table discussion in the mini-van did bring up some interesting take-aways from the movie.
“Who are the Nasties?”
Ah the Nazis. We can’t know for sure that they weren’t referred to as the “Nasties” by the rest of Europe behind their backs when they were passing notes in school.
“You know when she made the clothes out of curtains? Is that red shirt you wear sometimes made out of a tablecloth?”
“Is the head Nun dead?”
The actress who played Mother Superior died in the seventies.
“What about the real Nun she was playing?”
The real Nun she was playing must be dead as the story took place in the 1930’s and she was probably in her fifties then.
“Were you alive in the 1930’s Mom?”
Here we go….
