Roald Dahl is a perennial favourite author, seeming never to go out of fashion or favour. To see one of his stories brought to life on stage would be amazing.
I had booked a ticket to go see Matilda before I left Australian shores, so when there a damaged copy of the book appeared in the staffroom of the bookshop where I was working, I snapped it up. I had, terribly, never actually read the book up until then, although I had seen the movie. The movie, I discovered, was only loosely based on the book. The musical, which I saw on Sunday, was much truer to the book, to my delight.
Roald Dahl’s work seem to be ideal books to transform into musicals. Strong characters, strong plots and action points (that could be turned into musical numbers), deliciously crafted words that are fun to say and therefore fun to sing. Quentin Blake’s illustrations are so whimsically stylised that they can be flipped almost straight onto the page. I absolutely loved the musical, not not just because it related so…
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