As 2019 waned, I did something I’d never done. I saw the musical, Cats.
I plunked down my change and watched the new movie, out of simple curiosity. I’ve since seen the bad reviews, and talked to purists, who saw Cats on stage, over and over, who have the songs memorized, and who are so upset at what they hear about the movie, they are boycotting.
I understand this Cats ire, and I respect it. One friend’s college roommate ended up becoming an actress who played one of the roles on Broadway. They still stay in touch, so I don’t plan to mention the movie to that person at all. 😬 But I admit I liked it, and perhaps, I simply liked the musical, in general, and particularly, the story.
Apparently, there is also a fresh approach to dance in the movie, performed by some of the best talent in the world. I like dance, especially innovation in movement. And I certainly appreciate expertise.
As I watched, I ended up weeping, experiencing the feels along with different aspects of different characters. Death. Life. Hardship. Grief. New chances.
I know I’m late to the Cats party, but I’m happy I came.
Kudos to Andrew Lloyd Webber for masterfully putting to music the poems of T.S. Eliot, my speech-teacher grandmother’s favorite poet. Such a plus, for me. I have a copy of Eliot’s complete works, and it rests in my bedside drawer, awaiting its turn to be savored.
Today, I end with two of the songs that made my 2020 playlist, from the movie, Cats. I also added Dame Judy Dench’s partly-spoken adaptation of The Ad-dressing of Cats, so true to cats, as any kitty owner knows.