tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202906.post8706435589151416976..comments2024-02-18T19:36:43.844+11:00Comments on theatre notes: Review: The Drowsy Chaperone/Acts of DeceitAlison Croggonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08398213223487458758noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202906.post-33613545469983835022010-01-31T12:56:51.951+11:002010-01-31T12:56:51.951+11:00A response! Yay! Opening night I had no trouble un...A response! Yay! Opening night I had no trouble understanding any of the lyrics, except on a couple of brief occasions when the mic fucked up for one unfortunate singer. I don't usually mention minor sound troubles because it's a tech thing that probably won't happen again... hopefully. (Discussions on the usage of mics welcome). Certainly, the night I went, Nevin's accent was theAlison Croggonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08398213223487458758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202906.post-75751463329887233742010-01-31T12:23:37.081+11:002010-01-31T12:23:37.081+11:00Hmmm. Saw DS Friday night and left disappointed. Y...Hmmm. Saw DS Friday night and left disappointed. You cannot do justice to a Broadway homage/parody with only three people who can actually sing (not that I understood a word that Rhonda Burchmore was singing). And what was so incredible about Robyn Nevin's performance? The inability to use an American accent, the total of 2 minutes that she spent on stage or the technical control of the Borbsnoreply@blogger.com