I try to use superlatives sparingly. If you use them too often, they lose their luster and your credibility is shot. Not everything can be the best or the brightest or the most clever.
But I’m going to go on a limb and say that The Book of Mormon, the new Broadway musical, is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m not kidding, bitches. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard in my life.
Trey Parker and Matt Stone, the guys who write South Park, got together with Robert Lopez, who wrote the music for Avenue Q and created a modern masterpiece.
I’d be very careful as to who I’d recommended this to. It’s not for everyone. There are some extraordinarily vulgar and crude things being said and done on stage. The creators of the show are clearly not believers. The humor is all derived from actual Mormon doctrine. I had a Mormon girlfriend when I lived in Phoenix and I read The Book of Mormon to try and get inside of her head. The jokes in the show that seem the most outlandish and get the biggest laughs are actual teachings from the book! But the the magic trick is that they don’t slander Mormons or religion. It’s a celebration of blind, stupid faith.
I rarely, rarely see anything twice. If I get a night-out chit, I want to use it to see something new. But I already have tickets for another dose of this show in April. Little Miss Daisyfae will be in town on business and I’m dragging her with me. She gets her hands dirty in her local community theater, so I think she’ll have an appreciation for what happens on stage from a technical standpoint. It’ll be nice to show her what can be done with a monster budget at your disposal. And I’m fairly certain she can handle the blue material.