A Matinee NOT a Pinter play

The Toronto tram speeds us along King St in the the mid day sun. Excited and chattering (freebies do that) we are bound for the matinee performance of

I sneaked a shot of the front cloth before the show.

                                          And this is as simple as the afternoon got! 

 Thousands of dazzling cozzies and a digital set which did everything including blinding us for life. The story and script do not bear any description but the dancing was splendid. I don't think I've seen better ensemble work anywhere in the world. The articulation and energy of those kids was breathtaking.  The pretty factor was well up in the 100 percent bracket. 

             The lead male dancer who did such wild pelvic thrusts I wouldn't be surprised if the cleaners found some fly buttons in the back stalls.

                             

There was a very touching moment at the end.

The whole event had dissolved into disco frenzy to a track that sounded like "If You Like My Little Belly Put Some Bling In It" and they were all doing steps from Saturday Night Fever in black vinyl and a zillion sequins with coloured lights flashing and mirror balls turning.  But two delicate girls in yellow saris were joyously doing traditional Indian dance movements which I'm sure were full of gestures thousands of years old.

I give the show this sign.

This is the Sanyo Theatre where the show played.  It has been given a complete multi million dollar makeover. It  now looks just like it was built in the sixties..which it was!  Then, named The  O'Keefe Centre, its first show was in 1960 -  the out of town tryout of "Camelot" with Julie Andrews and Richard Burton. So there amongst the hip gyrations, lascivious eye rolling, lusty throat gurgling and wild bumping and grinding was the ghost of little Julie in a pink spot singing "The Simple Joys of Maidenhood"