
Ticketing systems in China vary from venue to venue, and many are not advanced enough to offer specific seat selection. Silently I'm a horrible singer.Īnd OP, is it too late to delete your question about the movie? As you can see, anyone who cares about or loved ACL doesn't acknowledge it.Unfortunately, no. "I Hope I Get It" is my signature song I sing to myself when I leave (if I want the job). I work as a contractor and am always going on estimates, where I'm up against other contractors who want the same job. And the big 'twist' at the end still worked for me. Seeing it as an eldergay, I reflected on my life, my goals and the choices I've made since I first saw it at 18 and cried all the way through it. The very recent short run at City Center was everything you could want a revival to be.

So I was biased towards Chicago.Īnyways it blew me away and I've seen it six times altogether, including at The Pantages with my mom-finally-in 1980 and she LOVED it.

They were all "Michael who?" "A Chorus Line? Haven't seen it but I've head about it" "Chita's got my vote!' etc. My mom worked for ABT in the 50s and all of her girl friends were dancers of some sort, and the night it swept the Tonys in 1976 and Chicago won hardly anything, we were all watching in San Francisco at my Aunt Fil's house (she was really my mom's bff). I didn't see it until my first solo trip to NYC in 1978, at The Shubert when I was 18. It's still the best performance of Chicago I've ever seen. Roxie had become a huge glittering production number with white gloved jazz hands coming out of the stage floor and wings. It was faster, funnier, meaner and snarkier with tons more dancing. It was a complete turn around when Reinking and Nemitz took over. It wouldn't sell out without Verdon and Liza couldn't stay any longer.) (The show had a huge weekly nut and had to sell out to break even. It was one of the bravest things I've ever seen. Her dancing consisted of swaying in time to the music, propped up a cane and her boys. Chorus boys would prop her up by her elbows and move her around the stage. She seemed totally out-of-it and couldn't stand unassisted. The second time I saw it was Verdon's second or third performance after coming back from her surgery. And Chorus Line had stolen all their thunder.

The first time I saw it Fosse still hadn't recovered from his heart attack, which had delayed the opening, and there were doubts about his long-term recovery. The energy level was so low and I heard the atmosphere was sometimes funereal backstage. Gwen and Chita were both 20 years too old for their parts and looked it.
