Spin has posted a review and some photos from the American Idiot currently being staged in the East Bay.
Directed by the critically acclaimed Michael Mayer, the show features every song from Idiot, two b-sides from the album, four tracks from 21st Century Breakdown and one ballad Armstrong wrote for his wife when he was 19. The review had this to say about the production:
Mayer has added only the barest of plots to the conceptual muddle that was the original album: Jimmy leaves suburbia for the big city, falls in love, gets hooked on dope, hits rock bottom, and ultimately flees back home. One of his buddies goes to Iraq and loses a leg; the other is a loser who doesn’t go anywhere at all. The whole time a bank of TVs plays clips presumably depicting American idiocy: Slurpees and Twinkies at 7-11, night-vision bombing runs from the Middle East, Family Guy. It’s all supposed to represent the hollowness of the American dream, or how life sucks, or something.
The dialogue (what little there is) is all, “What the fuck?” this and “Motherfucker!” that-a 13-year-old Wicked fan’s idea of punk rebellion. And with tickets more expensive than seats at an actual Green Day show, there really doesn’t seem much point.
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Source Spin has posted a review and some photos from the American Idiot currently being staged in the East Bay.
Directed by the critically acclaimed Michael Mayer, the show features every song from Idiot, two b-sides from the album, four tracks from 21st Century Breakdown and one ballad Armstrong wrote for his wife when he was 19. The review had this to say about the production:
Mayer has added only the barest of plots to the conceptual muddle that was the original album: Jimmy leaves suburbia for the big city, falls in love, gets hooked on dope, hits rock bottom, and ultimately flees back home. One of his buddies goes to Iraq and loses a leg; the other is a loser who doesn’t go anywhere at all. The whole time a bank of TVs plays clips presumably depicting American idiocy: Slurpees and Twinkies at 7-11, night-vision bombing runs from the Middle East, Family Guy. It’s all supposed to represent the hollowness of the American dream, or how life sucks, or something.
The dialogue (what little there is) is all, “What the fuck?” this and “Motherfucker!” that-a 13-year-old Wicked fan’s idea of punk rebellion. And with tickets more expensive than seats at an actual Green Day show, there really doesn’t seem much point.