HASA DIGA EEBOWAI: You might not expect the future of the American musical to hinge on the talents of Trey Parker and Matt Stone. But with The Book of Mormon -- the South Park guys' inaugural foray into Broadway theatre -- having opened tonight, it's time to change one's expectations. It's just that good. (Ben Brantley agrees!)
First, some caveats. If you don't like seeing people make fun of religion -- mostly, but not exclusively Mormons -- this is not the show for you. And for the love of all things holy, if you can't handle profanity, please do not see this show.
Everyone else, however? Buy tickets now.
For starters, it's fucking hilarious. (I meant it. If you don't like profanity, go away.) I don't really know what else to say without giving away all kinds of stuff that will make you spit diet coke out through your nose when you see it on stage. Come on, it's the South Park guys. It's just funny.
But here's the great part. The Book of Mormon is a big, splashy, gorgeous, hilarious, totally traditional musical comedy (which, as any self-respecting ThingThrower knows, are the two most glorious words in the English language). So on the one hand it's beyond offensive, but on the other hand it has tap dancing! Lots and lots of tap dancing! And like four 11 o'clock numbers! And a heart of solid gold, and torch songs, and production numbers, and maggots in the scrotum, and . . . oh wait, I guess that goes under the "offensive" heading.
The Drowsy Chaperone, a decidedly mediocre musical, got a lot of press a few years ago for being a "love letter for those who love musical theatre." Chaperone is like a note on torn-out notebook paper asking if you wanna go make out under the bleachers compared to Mormon.
Seriously. Just order your tickets now. You won't be able to for much longer.