Watching two musicals in one day can be quite tiring. Good thing I had my friend Tori come in to London to watch The Book of Mormon, the first of the daily two, with me. We met up at the Imperial War Museum, where we shared our mutual awe of the second world war and the historical part that the Churchill lead UK has had in its history. We ended our visit by purchasing matching “Spitfire” (the epic fighter aircraft) key chains and broaches, and some good Italian coffee.

As we arrived at the Prince of Wales Theater, I ran into Gitit Fischer, an upcoming Israeli actress whom I adore. She has a satirical character who’s widely adored across the Israel and of whom I do a pretty good imitation. A mutual friend connected between us earlier this year and I sent her a video of me imitating her character, “Tutit”. Running into her was yet again a rendezvous with the arbitrariness of fate.

The Book of Mormon has rightfully earned its prestige as a must see musical. I found it very entertaining, extremely funny, constantly kicking politically correct-ness in the ass, and very tightly performed.

Once again I was observing the audience and thinking how they have all come to London to watch musicals. This made me think of the advantages of local theater companies. For one – the unforgettable “Lion King” I saw in Melbourne was performed by a local theater in front of a local audience. Secondly, the “West Side Story” production I am involved with in Tel Aviv is likewise – a local theater performing in front of locals. When I perform in front of a local audience, most of them are spending a free evening to come to the theater and watch a how. But when coming to see a show in London – people have taken tie off from work and gotten away from their lives. Their escapism expectancy is much higher, and I thing this is widely felt within the energy of the audience. This is a show I can honestly say I’d be thrilled and blessed to be a part of.

After sending Tori off on her way back to Birmingham, I continued to the Apollo Victoria Theater to watch “Wicked”. Unfortunately I came with low expectations, as one friend had told me this was the most tiered cast on West End, and another friend told me it’s just not that good a show. So with these low expectation and a very distant seat, I patiently waited for the big numbers, “Popular” and  “Defying Gravity”, to appear.  After a worth while “Defying Gravity”, which marks the end of the first act, I felt like leaving. I didn’t enjoy the show after all. It was worth it watching that act one finale, but I couldn’t stop fantasizing about witnessing Idina Menzel as Alphaba. I had been told I should look into the part of Boq, so I observed carefully. Still I couldn’t help but feel like I am much more of a Mormon than an Ozian.

Hopefully and G-D willing (or with the strike of the arbitrariness of fate), in a day not far from now, I’ll be sharing my perspectives from the other side of the stage, as a proud cast member of a Broadway musical.