Once Every Blue Moon Or So, Something Nice Happens Here…

Last night, the wife and I took our youngest boy and two of our nieces to see the local high school’s rendition of The Wizard of Oz.  I’ve been to a couple of high school plays here locally (Beauty and the Beast and High School Musical), and they were both very enjoyable.  Good acting, great singing, a good testament to local talent destined to find futures somewhere outside of the panhandle where their talents will be useful.  Last night’s performance, however, was something really special.

The wiring that caused the Wicked Witch and her monkeys to fly was cool, but that wasn’t the reason this performance was so special.  The pyrotechnics made me jump on more than one occasion, but they weren’t the reason the performance won’t be soon forgotten.  The reason I found Scottsbluff High School’s performance of The Wizard of Oz so endearing was… they got it right!

The original movie starring Judy Garland is over 70 years old.  I grew up watching that stupid old movie once a year, every year, throughout my adolescent years.  It never got old.  It was always exciting.  And last night, I felt like those teen-aged kids up on the stage had seen that stupid movie even more times than I had.  All of the kids in this play were excellent.  Even the tiny munchkins, played by a bunch of little kids who were up way past their bed times, were absolutely amazing.  It was a few of the leads, though, who stole my heart.

Maggie Hopp, who played Dorothy, pulled off Judy Garland’s pouty, defiant innocence with flair.  She sang Somewhere Over the Rainbow to near-perfection.  At times, I almost believed that the late-Garland’s spirit had possessed young Hopp.  Watching her made me feel like a child again, sitting in our small living room in front of our small television, my brother, sister, mom, dad and me, wishing for Dorothy to be able to click her heels at least one more time and once again return to Kansas.  If I had realized then what I know now (that Kansas is a lot like Nebraska), I would have wished for poor Dorothy to go to New York, or Los Angeles, or somewhere she and Toto could have a successful future… but I didn’t.

Carlos Santana (no, not the aged-musician who still rocks) was amazing as the Cowardly Lion.  His no-holds-barred performance was hysterical.  For a teenage boy to get up in front of a full auditorium and hold nothing back in his performance of the blubbering coward who slowly finds his courage… it was unforgettable in the best of ways.  It takes someone with a lot of talent and self-confidence to get up on stage and play a chicken so well 🙂

Chris Brening pulled-off a convincing and very likable Scarecrow.  Like Carlos, Chris didn’t seem to have an issue being a complete goofball on stage, and this character needs to be goofy…. and dance… and wobble around… without falling off of the small stage.  There was more than one occasion where I thought the Scarecrow was going to fall into the orchestra pit, but he didn’t!

During the first half of the play, Aaron Aguallo’s microphone wasn’t working very well and he was hard to hear.  After the intermission, Aaron’s voice brought life to the heartless Tin Woodsman.  Once I could hear his voice, I had a very hard time believing that Jack Haley himself wasn’t actually up on stage instead of Aaron.  This was what was so cool about this performance: the kids pulled off the characters so closely to the original casts’ rendition… yet each with just a hint of uniqueness that made them their own.

Karenna Booth was stunning as the good witch Glinda, and her singing gave me goosebumps.  The only things that commonly gives me goosebumps in Nebraska are the chilly winter nights.

Emily Yanke was terrifically evil as the Wicked Witch of the West.  She cackled like an old pro and seemed to relish her inhumanity.  Kind of makes me wonder what this young lady does to small animals on the weekends… but her performance was superb… and that’s not a word I use much 🙂

I could go on and on… but I’m not really used to having nice things to say. Don’t get used to it!  If you don’t already have tickets to tonight’s performance or the final performance on Saturday, you are probably out of luck.  Both nights are sold out.  However, if you know someone who has tickets and you don’t like them very much… steal them.  This show is worth petty larceny.

Thanks to the cast and crew of the The Wizard of Oz.  Old guys like me seldom feel young anymore, but all of you helped me feel a little younger for a couple of hours last night.

Next post: back to bitching, I promise…