āDeath Becomes Herā is everything I want in a Broadway musical
Our friend Ryan came to stay with us last week, and one of the items on the agenda for her visit was the Death Becomes Her musical on Broadway. It was my second time seeing the show, and I already want to see it again. If youāre in New York Cityāor just near enough to take a weekend trip hereāI highly, highly recommend it! Itās campy, stupid (in the best way!), and just a really goddamn good time.
I saw the show for the first time right before New Yearās, when I won the ticket lottery. I had seen the movie, but I went in knowing literally nothing about the musical or what to expect. And I was surprised and delighted at every bit of it.
The music? Fantastic, catchy, so funny. The stunts and staging? Excellent, clever, perfect. The cast? Well, this is actually a Megan Hilty stan account now, and I just loved Christopher Sieber in it. (His Act II solo is probably my favorite number in the show, but itās honestly very hard to choose a favorite.)
Death Becomes Her is the rare adaptation that a) is extremely faithful to the source material, b) somehow manages to improve on the source material, and c) stands on its own as a unique and complete piece of media. (The Devil Wears Prada movie is the only other thing I can think of that completed this triumvirate.)
You really donāt need to have seen the movie to have a good time, but if youāre not familiar with the story, the (very) basic plot is that two lifelong frenemies drink a potion that promises eternal youth and beauty, and makes them immortalā¦but it doesnāt protect them from, say, sustaining catastrophic injuries (without actually dying), so they essentially turn into hot, falling-apart zombies.
It was really interesting to see Death Becomes Her right around the same time I saw The Substance and the Sunset Boulevard revival; it felt like the three were in conversation with each other (the theme being āwoman turns 50, develops psychosisā).
Like, hereās Megan Hilty singing a song that contains the lyrics āI gotta nip, and tuck, and fill, and freeze / And Restylane the lips and Juvederm the knees / Fix the bits, lift the tits, try to hard the scaaaaaarsā and āWrinkled, wrinkled little star / Remind them who the FUCK you are,ā fully belting and sounding like a villain during Disneyās golden era (compliment!!!):
I really canāt say enough great things about Megan Hiltyās performanceāsheās so good. (When we saw she show last week, we found out once we were in our seats that her understudy was actually going on, and it was, respectfullyā¦not the same show without Megan!) I loved her so much in this, in fact, that I went back and watched the first season of Smash, the truly awful 2012 TV series about the making of a fictional musical about Marilyn Monroe (that was recently adapted for Broadwayā¦itās honestly all too meta, I canāt even get into it here).
While weāre on the topic of the thea-tuh, here are some stray thoughts on other shows:
The Cabaret revival is very good; I thought Orville Peck was great in it!
I saw Oh, Mary! twice before it transferred to Broadway and hope it sweeps the Tonys. Absolutely loved it.
Yeah, Iām planning to see BOOP! at some point! So sue me!!! š