In case you can't make it out, that's Eddie Izzard on the jumbotrons, and that's me taking a picture of it while he is performing because we were there! Oh yeah! I got Kelli tickets for Christmas, and we went and howled and laughed, and wheezed and hyperventilated with 10000 other people. I haven't laughed so hard in I can't remember when. It was marvelous.
I mean, who else can do 15 minutes on the invasion of Italy by Hannibal, and how ridiculous the latin language is? How is that funny? In Mr. Izzard's hands, however, it is magic. That and the Raptor tipping his hat to everybody and growling (you had to be there) were a couple of my favorite moments.
He is such a genius at making the whole thing seem like a total improvisation. It's like you're at a really fun cocktail party with him, and he's just going off on this that and the other, except there's 10000 other people howling along with you. That's a sound I hadn't heard before.
Of course, given my current state of black cynicism, it did make me wonder about this whole theatre thing again. What it is, why we bother, when this is so much more satisfying in so many ways. However, we soldier on...
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