I would like to slight the production, as an actual critic. I could say that some of it is so overwhelming that things are lost. I could say that it's a little long for kids. The fact is the journey down this yellow brick road is as enchanting as any other.
When critiquing, one is supposed to be reserved, to maintain credibility by not gushing and by pointing out the flaws as well as the high points of something. The problem is, I loved Sister Act at The Pantages.
An evening at the The Pantages in Los Angeles for the touring production of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert is exactly what one would think: an evening of camp, of glamor, of sequins and catty remarks, of laughter and tears.
Yes, they're creepy and they're kooky, mysterious and spooky, they're all together ookie...still. Catch the tour in Los Angeles and them moving on nationally until the year's end with stops in Seattle, DC and points in between.
It's not easy being a Billy. Although one would never know it to meet one. And yes, there's more than one; there are four to be precise, each able to carry the load of the entire multi-million-dollar tour of Billy Elliot.