De-Fabulousing
I got free tickets, so I went to see Priscilla, Queen of the Desert: The Musical tonight.
Now, I’m a bit of a hag, so I’ve seen me some gay, but, without equivocation, I can say that was the gayest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. They could have brought Cher up on that stage and made her perform Scissor Sisters songs while wearing Judy Garland as a hat, and it still would not have made the show one ounce more homosexual.
The final number was also a bizarre display of Australiana, with the entire cast dressed as bottlebrushes (a native flower), emus, koalas, Bob and Benji as kangaroos, cockatoos, Jesus lizards and the Sydney Opera House. This is a callback to the original film, but still, I felt really bad for the three women in the furry koala suits; they did not bring the sexy, despite their skimpy bustiers.
I can only imagine the American equivalent, which would have had far more eagles and flags… and possibly a Kodiak bear costume.
The show was fun, but I’m getting a little sick of musicals that just rehash dated pop songs. I technically haven’t seen any others, but this one was enough. I will say that a seven year old boy singing I Will Survive is pretty cute. Also, Guy Pearce is still a better drag queen than many drag queens.
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