We went to The Lion King last night. While it was impressive in all the ways Broadway musicals can be, I left just a little disappointed. I enjoyed it, but I wasn’t wowed for a number of reasons.
1. I didn’t enjoy it as much as Phantom of the Opera or Les Miserables. I guess I don’t like the musicals that you can bring your little kids to as much as the ones that feature darkness, death, action, and a whore house.
2. I enjoyed about three songs.
3. I got sick of the fart jokes. If you’ve seen this production you know what I mean.
4. I feel bad about this, but at the start of Act III, I just wanted Simba to kick Scar’s ass already. The end barely came soon enough.
Was it worth seeing? Yes. I might not opt for eleventh row seats next time. Something in the balcony would have been fine.