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"We are going to have to break new ground. It is a hybrid of text, music, spectacle and physical theater," he added.

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Legolas is still the prettiest.

Added: Wow - talk about minds thinking alike. This is the Lord of the Rings musical.

[ March 15, 2005, 02:17 PM: Message edited by: Lady Jane ]
 

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Posted by Dagonee (Member # 5818) on :
 
This is wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.

And bad.

Wrong and bad.
 

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Posted by Elizabeth (Member # 5218) on :
 
I think it could be amazingly cool and very right.
 

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Posted by Eruve Nandiriel (Member # 5677) on :
 

Oh, god no...
They'll kill all the coolness!

 

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Posted by Elizabeth (Member # 5218) on :
 
It wouldn't be the same, how could it? Why should it? I think it would be really neat.

Plus, unless you live in New York or Chicago, you probably wouldn;t even be able to go and be horrified for at least a couple of years.
 

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Posted by Gryphonesse (Member # 6651) on :
 
can hobbits sing AND dance??
 

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Posted by Telperion the Silver (Member # 6074) on :
 
Oh my Valar... they've gotten an BOLLYWOOD dude to write the music!!!
 

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Posted by Teshi (Member # 5024) on :
 
If you'll go to my thread on the same subject, or read more articles, you'll discover that they are being traditionally Middle Earthish, Telp.

I don't think it's as bad as everyone thinks.
 

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Posted by TMedina (Member # 6649) on :
 
I'm so not touching the jokes on this one.

-Trevor
 

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Posted by Kwea (Member # 2199) on :
 
As long as they don't have shlomo and janeX chanting in the background.....

That would be WAY too weird for me.


 

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Posted by Epictetus (Member # 6235) on :
 
Supreme wierdness guys. I almost don't know what to say
 

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Posted by WntrMute (Member # 7556) on :
 
There can be no Silmarillion musical for some time yet. There was a ballet company that wanted to choreograph the story of Beren and Luthien, but the Tolkien Estate turned them down.

Which is ironic, if you've read the Letters of JRR Tolkien.

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Do not laugh! But once upon a time (my crest has long since fallen) I had a mind to make a body of more or less connected legend, ranging from the large and cosmogonic, to the level of romantic fairy-story-the larger founded on the lesser in contact with the earth, the lesser drawing splendour from the vast backcloths – which I could dedicate simply to: to England; to my country. It should possess the tone and quality that I desired, somewhat cool and clear, be redolent of our 'air' (the clime and soil of the North West, meaning Britain and the hither parts of Europe: not Italy or the Aegean, still less the East), and, while possessing (if I could achieve it) the fair elusive beauty that some call Celtic (though it is rarely found in genuine ancient Celtic things), it should be 'high', purged of the gross, and fit for the more adult mind of a land long now steeped in poetry. I would draw some of the great tales in fullness, and leave many only placed in the scheme, and sketched. The cycles should be linked to a majestic whole, and yet leave scope for other minds and hands, wielding paint and music and drama. Absurd.

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