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104 pages, Paperback
First published October 14, 2014
When I was a boy, I wished I could fly
If you just read this script on it's own, you would probably find it entertaining enough. But even the giant, full color pictures from the Broadway production can't quite capture just how magical it was live. It was creative, funny, moving, and heartbreaking - sometimes all within the same scene. The approach of telling an epic, high-stakes, swashbuckling adventure with bare bones staging, a small cast, and DIY special effects was like nothing I've seen since. They used one long rope to represent everything from doorways, to the ocean waves, to the silhouette of a ship. The man-eating crocodile was created with two red salad bowls, two flashlights, and line of white paper flags. Tinker-bell was just a yellow glove. The flying effects were done the old fashioned way - with wires, planks, and tricks of the light. I can only imagine how complicated the tracks must have been - not only is every actor playing at least two roles, but they are also in charge of moving the scenery, creating a million new locations in an instant, and hitting all their marks at exactly the right place - all while spitting out the lightning fast dialogue, which is punchline on top of punchline, and all has to hit at the exact right moment.
Oh and did I mention the songs are bangers? It's been ten years since I saw this show and I can still sing you the chorus to the mermaid's song.
I was eight when I saw the Broadway production. It was my first Broadway show, and it made me fall in love with theatre for good. It was theatre in it's most pure, distilled form, and it was spellbinding in a way that no movie could be. It was more of an adrenaline rush than any book that I had read. And I was so obsessed with what I had seen that when my parents got me the script for Christmas, I read it so many times that I could recite whole scenes from memory(I can still do the opening if I try. There's such a rhythm and musicality to it - once it gets into your head, it's almost muscle memory). That night at the Brooks Atkinson theatre in 2012 was one of the best nights of my life, and this show means so very much to me. I am eternally grateful for it.
Also, Christian Borle if you're reading this I'm free tomorrow night and would like you to hang out with me please respond to this and hang out with me tomorrow night when i am free.