I’m not a real reviewer.
I can’t tell you if the Good Witch sang in tune. I can’t tell you if the Wizard didn’t properly emote. I can’t tell you if the voices echoed or the scenery malfunctioned (it didn’t, from what I could tell). I can’t tell you if the orchestra lagged. I can’t tell you if the arpeggio was too fast. I can’t, as you might have guessed, tell you what an arpeggio is.
As a blogger. A normal girl. A romantic at heart. I can only tell you what I felt and I will do my best to tell you that without spoiling any portion of what has now become my second favorite Broadway show — and if I process it and think about it and I sing Defying Gravity in my head long enough, and ONLY in my head on account of my singing voice makes puppies cry, it has a very good chance of bitchslapping the Phantom with an old broom and knocking him down to the number two spot without so much of a [wicked cackle]. It’s best to see Wicked knowing nothing so that the story sort of takes a hold of you and carries you off.
Wicked is the story of the friendship between the Good Witch Glinda and the Wicked Witch Elphaba who you met in The Wizard of Oz. Elphaba is a misunderstood young woman who is both embarrassed by her green skin and empowered by it. It’s the story of a love triangle. It’s the story of the flying monkeys. It’s the story of why the ruby shoes were so important to the “Wicked” Witch.
I don’t know if I speak for ALL girls, but I speak for many when I say that when we are fantasizing or daydreaming, we don’t want to be the beautiful blonde who has a million friends, a hot boyfriend, seven thousand pairs of shoes, and a perkiness that makes people want to ram a fist down her overly-perky throat.
We want to be the girl who is different. Misunderstood. Unwilling to see her differences as weaknesses. We want to be the girl who changes for the better, but at the same time, refuses to change and in the not changing she changes those around her — for the better. We want to be the girl who gets a second look. We want to be the girl with the green skin — green skin that at first seems off-putting, but by the end, is the smoothest, most beautiful skin you’ve ever seen and you’d pay any price to run a hand across it.
That’s what Wicked is. It shows you that until you actually hear it, you can never know the story behind a story. You can’t only not judge a book by its cover, but sometimes you can’t even judge a book by its words.
It teaches that different is good. Different is better. Same is boring. Good isn’t always good. Bad isn’t always bad. Evil isn’t always evil. Ugly can be beautiful. Beauty can be ugly. Love isn’t always where we expect it. Friendship isn’t always easy, but it’s always worth it. What you think you know isn’t always going to be true. Gravity isn’t always going to hold us down.
It’s a stunning production that in turns moved me to tears and had me roaring with laughter, and most of all, it had me wishing for green skin, a defiant chin, and a stubborn unwillingness to turn my back on what I believe in.
Because that is where real beauty lives.
I was invited to the media showing of this production and was not asked to review the show or provide anything in return. I simply chose to do so. I cannot encourage you enough to catch this if you can. Try for the ticket lottery. Do what you can to put your butt in a seat and be changed because when Elphaba sings Defying Gravity, I defy you not to fall in love with the girl with green skin.