A musical full of cheese

PCK the musical. Yes, I went to PCK the musical with my mom.

Cheese. Pure cheese. That's the only way I can describe it. That would have been fine if it had been high-order cheese, on the order of the Producers or Hairspray. You know, like high-class Gouda.

But PCK was cheesy cheese, the kind of cheese powder that u get on your very cheesy cheetos. You get the idea. If you don't, try imagining an opening scene where PCK is dreaming about his birthday, where he is first surrounded by some prancing clowns followed by female dancers dressed as crows.

Bizarre.

The tone was also wildly uneven, with some slapschticky songs, some deadly (and i do mean deadly) earnestly schlocky songs, and some rah-rah song and dance numbers.

Add to that a cast that, to be fair, weren't all professional musical theatre people, and you have a production where it feels like a high school production with above-average production values.

Oh well. It was a surreal cheesifying experience, the climax for me being the cabaret number done to "Sing Sing Sing", with the female dancers on their backs arching their butts and crossing their legs in the air. But it's what Mom wanted for Mother's Day. So, Happy Belated Mother's Day mom! :)