the musical - De Montfort Hall, Leicester
you sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin. We all know how the story
goes..."FAME! I wanna live forever, I wanna learn how to fly....HIGH!..."
So sang the kids from the 'New York High School for the Performing Arts'.
This annoyed the hell out of me in my adolescence, with my 'brat' sister
dancing around the living room in her excitement, as the rest of us watched
the one household TV. Well I'm more tolerant now and my 'brat' sister
has turned teacher herself, a responsible pillar of society! So here I'm
sat, all of these flickers from my past once again threatening to haunt
me, as I await this torture.
this, you have to confront your fears, or maybe more aptly put, like that
'pug' at the back of your nose you simply have to pick, regardless of
the fact you'll force gravity to play its part, sending showers of crimson
down your freshly ironed shirt. Well my finger was firmly lodged, in its
attempt to lever this 'clod' of aging glory, and as the lights went down,
I couldn't help my anticipation feeling "Well maybe this is going
to be alright...".
It was 18 years ago that David de Silva realised upon the silver screen
surely every kids dream, a timeless story documenting the 'blood, sweat
and tears' journey of those that strive toward achieving the musicals
title, a life that could mean stardom and untold riches for the few. One
who's idea is surely overplayed now more than ever, as it seems to be
acted out for real in our front rooms on 1 network or another 2 or 3 times
a week. But it is here where the format started after all, so a night
spent in the company of the cast of 'Fame' can be forgiven.
Looking somewhat like the backing singers plucked from a Britney Spears
concert, the cast fitted with headsets acted out the familiar story, characters,
dialogue, songs and all, brought to this smaller than Broadway stage,
but still managing to keep the production alive. It may've been said that
at times the sound crew in their exuberance let proceedings run out of
control as this albeit small auditorium was drowned in sound, but a long
running, now musical was brought in all its authenticity to the mid Shires.
Although they may've persuaded a long time cynic that this small slice
was alright, I'm afraid that the space lying between fact and fiction
is a wide one and I am still no more a fan of the format than I was when
I arrived. A musical is one thing, just as long as they never wheel out
Gareth Gates and Will Young to rouse the audience in an encore, now that
is one 'pug' that should remain firmly lodged.