My business partner and I are wending our way to the Big Apple next week for a whirlwind theatre adventure. We’re there to see A Christmas Story: The Musical, primarily, because we want to see if it’s up to scratch.
It’s my all-time favorite Christmas movie and I tend to have low expectations of most musicalizations of plays or movies, but I hope I’m wrong in this case. My partner’s favorite Christmas movie is Elf, and judging by the snippet shown this Thanksgiving during the Macy’s parade, it was well and truly better off NOT being made into a musical.
We license our own Christmas show, so technically this is a business trip. Look, no one ever said that checking out the competition couldn’t be fun!
A Christmas Story, if you don’t know, was based on portions of Jean Shepherd’s book, In God We Trust, All Others Pay Cash. Like my Dad, I loved Shep. I could listen to him spin yarns for hours and hours. Some of the folks you meet in A Christmas Story — Flick, Kissel, The Old Man, the Bumpass Hounds and other denizens of Cleveland Street — pepper his stories of growing up in Northern Indiana. It’s Americana at it’s best.