Hair!

I saw the Public’s production of Hair at the Delecorte Theater this weekend and it was great! I always forget how much great music is in that show, and the cast was really amazing. Normally I hate hippies — I like my 60s more Mad Men than flower children. But these hippies were all attractive and pleasantly hygenic. You didn’t get that “I smell like patchouli and old sausages” feeling from them at all. And from what I saw — and it’s Hair, so I saw a lot — it seems they all swim a lot and eschew carbs. Gym hippies.

All in all I loved it. Four stars! I have but 2 complaints:

1) It’s called “Hair” not “Weave”. I understand that for theater magic the occasional hairpiece must be employed, but don’t then brag about your awesome hair. And don’t make me touch it. From an audience perspective having a stranger’s sweaty real hair shaken all over you is somehow slightly less gross than having that stranger’s wet wig smeared all over you.

2) Smug hippies. As I said, most of the cast was inspiring, adorable, and great. But a few of them were so smug I wanted to slap them and yell “What are you so goddamn proud of? Your skipping or your jazz squares? Get a real job, hippy!” Honestly I’m not sure if that was me hating hippies, or just hating actors. Eh, same diff.