On Saturday night, we were lucky enough to be given tickets to see Barbie! LIVE – The Musical.
I must admit, I didn’t even know there was such a thing as a Barbie musical, and I may not have bought tickets even if I did know. We were gifted tickets by a gorgeously lovely friend from school who was unable to take her family at the last moment.
Check out my review (not your ordinary serious review – but a review nonetheless!)
Let me tell you – I was hopeful Ken would get his gear off. That, and that Wilbur wouldn’t snore too loudly. Rest assured – even if he had snored, the cacophony of little girls squeals would have covered it.
We only had three girls with us, and whilst Madison was a little ‘Barbie is soooo beneath me’ (at the ripe old age of eleven), I could see that Mackenzie and Milla were a little more excited. Did I mention that I just wanted to see Ken with his gear off………
We made an afternoon of it, and drove up to St Kilda early-ish. At just the right moment, Madison saw a sign pointing towards Albert Park, and instantly, her finely tuned ‘The Block radar’ switched on…….. twenty minutes (and a badly read google map later) we were parked outside The Block, and the girls were having mini-meltdowns at the thought of seeing the apartments for real. The disappointment of not actually seeing the contestants (and not seeing Scott Cam – maybe that’s just my dream…) was overshadowed by being lucky enough to get into the twins’ apartment. I must say – they are smaller in reality (the apartments – not the twins!). The whole building was impressive, and incredibly fabulous.
Once the girls had calmed down, and we had dissuaded the ‘I need the toilet – can I use one of theirs’ questions……. we made our way to St Kilda for early dinner.
We don’t get out much, so the people watching was an eye-opener for everyone. And the cakes. Oh my gosh. What are those shops thinking – all of those little cakey-type places within metres of each other. No wonder so many people run up and down the Esplanade – it’s to work off the cake intake. The girls LOVED the La Porchetta experience, followed by the MOST amazing gelato EVAH! (did someone say salted caramel and ferrero rocher……..) Thanks 7apples. Luna Park was noted as a possible treat for another day as we strolled back to the beautiful Palais Theatre just as the sun set.
The pink carpet was out, and we watched as the Barbie fanatics and their children (see what I did there!) queued up to have their photograph taken. That was a bit much for my gang, so we mosey-ed on in and found our seats…. three rows from the front. :) Definitely close enough for some Ken action……
The lights dimmed and the show started.
We I was pleasantly surprised. Sure – Miss “singing snob” Madison cringed when Ken opened his mouth (singing may not be Ken’s strongest point – but oh can he move……), but it was a great little friendship storyline, accompanied by some good dancing, plenty of vibrance and audience participation. (When I say audience, I actually mean small children screaming like banshees.)
My girls LOVED it. Including the ‘too cool for school’ eleven year-old. Mackenzie was on the edge of her seat, and Milla – well she only required one wee-break, and did continually ask “where have all the Barbies gone?” when there was a costume/set change of some sort.
Wilbur, despite his best intentions did not fall asleep. He did laugh hysterically when the over-active smoke machine snorted vast quantities of smoke over the first five or so rows, rendering the show impossible to watch for at least five minutes (I’ll bet that was the moment that Ken hit his finest form….….).
Our tickets were platinum, so that enabled us to have a photograph with the cast after the show. Never before have I seen so many Barbie ravaged parents/mummies. The kids were dressed in high heels, and make up covering their beautiful faces. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see some corsets in there – and balloons in dresses to recreate Barbies ‘figure’. Milla and Madison decided to ‘view’ the cast, and me – I was still hoping for a cameo by Ken. No cameo – but they thought Milla was the ‘cutest girl’! I must note at this point – we were the most-unBarbie-fan looking family – not a spot of pink or sparkle ANYWHERE! Sadly I didn’t get a chance to photograph the cast (and photoshop Kens chest…), Milla refused to get out of my arms. Bummer – imagine the creative license………..!
Ken was very Ken-like – he played his part well, and sadly did not get his gear off. I am busy scribing a comments and suggestions note to the producers (right after I have finished my riveting essay comparing functionalism and Marxism).
It was a very enjoyable evening – as I said – we don’t get out much, especially all together, at night, in the city – so it was a real treat. We are super thankful to the divine Liz for so generously giving us the tickets. Much love and thanks to Liz. xo