
The Lion King
The opening still feels astonishing. What I noticed this time was the care in the smaller puppet movements and the way the ensemble creates the landscape. Glad I made time for this one.
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The opening still feels astonishing. What I noticed this time was the care in the smaller puppet movements and the way the ensemble creates the landscape. Glad I made time for this one.

The playful scenes and the darker music sat surprisingly well together. The orchestral details were a pleasure, especially when the stage grew quiet. Worth sitting with for a while afterward.


The second act had a stillness that made every small movement matter. The corps were beautifully together without losing that eerie, drifting quality. Worth sitting with for a while afterward.

The laughs get more uncomfortable as the evening goes on. I kept thinking about the way the room changes around the characters. Glad I made time for this one.

The band feels like another character in the story. I knew where it was going and still found myself hoping for a different ending. The quiet moments stayed with me as much as the big numbers. Worth sitting with for a while afterward.

The precision makes it look effortless. The band, choreography, and dry delivery all share the same sly sense of humor. Worth sitting with for a while afterward.

The orchestral sweep is still irresistible. I enjoyed the theatricality most when the production trusted the music and let a scene breathe. Glad I made time for this one.

The ensemble sound was the highlight. Even knowing the score so well, I found new details in the quieter scenes and overlapping lines. Worth sitting with for a while afterward.

The friendships felt lived-in, which made the messier parts of the story work. The group numbers had a lovely rough edge. Glad I made time for this one.