It really is a wonderful show, combining the marvels of Dr. Seuss and the charm of Eric Idle.
I sometimes forget how awesome Dr. Seuss is, but a few days after this musical closed, I found myself reading Yertle the Turtle and Gertrude McFuzz to my sixteen-year-old daughter.
And loving it.
She returned the favor by reading me The Sneetches and The Yax.
I'll never outgrow Dr. Seuss.
For that matter, I remember when old Theodor Geisel died, Jess Jackson read Green Eggs and Ham on Saturday Night Live and it was awesome.
And part of what makes it awesome, I think, is how real Dr. Seuss is. I know, it always seems far fetched, but these stories are about real life.
The star bellied Sneetches paying to have their stars removed by the same huxter who sold stars to starless ones? Gave me a flashback to Eighth Grade.
I had some lawn-mowing and paper route money, and went to a store called Chess King. I vaguely remember that the staff was made up entirely of girls who seemed completely out of my league.
I spent a fortune on a pair of parachute pants, largely because these hotties made it seem like if I would only wear them...
I promptly got teased mercilessly at school for wearing these ridiculous nylon pants. Rightly so, they weren't comfortable, they weren't attractive, and they made a lot of noise when you moved around.
I gave up on them, only to discover a couple of months later that the cool kids, the ones who couldn't believe I was a big enough dork to wear these things, they all showed up in parachute pants, it seemed on the same day.
It must have been a good commission month for the hotties at Chess King. And everyone had amnesia about how I had worn this garment just a few weeks before.
And in this election cycle, I've met, first-hand, a couple of Sour Kangaroos. A person who has never done anything without calculating its political or economic consequences simply can't comprehend that some people would want to grow their own food.
I think what bothered me more than the assumption that a desire for an edible yard might translate into cult membership or being a survivalist, was that some foul-tempered marsupial thought such people needed her personal approbation before they could keep chickens or plant row crops that were visible from the road.
Which is exactly what happens to Horton, he gets put on trial not for conscripting the Sour Kangaroo into caring for the Whos, but for trying to look out for them himself.
Anyway, the show was fantastic.
The hair alone was fantastic, actually.
And yeah, I probably took too many pictures.
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