Today we saw In the Heights, a new play on Broadway, with my SIL and a couple other people. My SIL went to high school with someone in the cast or crew so we got a discount. Also, the seats were big and roomy, and the ushers let me use the handicapped bathroom (no line, no stairs). So Bearette was happy.
And the play was amazing! We were coming off a bad Broadway streak (Rock 'n' Roll by Tom Stoppard - ugh - and a Chinese New Year Extravaganza at Radio City Music Hall - not Broadway, but close enough). This production was a pleasant surprise. It had a fun urban sensibility, great dancing, and the energy of the actors was "off the charts," as D said. Aside from a couple cliched "I'm gonna fly" tearjerking songs, I couldn't find any fault with it. It was set in the primarily Dominican neighborhood of Washington Heights (hence the name).
D felt a couple of plot points stretched credulity...but I didn't notice. I was enjoying the singing and dancing too much ;) It was the only play I can remember where I was more into the music and dance than the story.