Thursday, March 4, 2010
Fiddler On The Roof With a Whole New Ending
So the other night when we went to see it at Hale Theatre, I was happily tapping my foot through all of the merry tunes like "Tradition," "Matchmaker, Matchmaker Make Me a Match," "Sunrise, Sunset," "If I were a Rich Man", on and on, . . . then things began to take a nasty turn.
Cossacks? I didn't remember them exactly. Pogroms? What? Threats? "Three days and you better be off your land!" NO!!! That's not right, is it?
I did see the movie on the big screen in a theatre, so it was along time ago, but hey, I wasn't that stupid, was I? I didn't miss the whole section on current events and I do remember having to watch Judgement at Nuremburg in high school. I even had to bring a note from my mother. I do remember that part.
Maybe the thing that threw me was how accepting they seemed of their fate. I was young, you know. I would have been in my sulky stage, perhaps, and would have been stomping around, complaining it wasn't fair, that I know my rights then would have started right in calling people names and kicking and screaming, pinching and scratching until I got my way.
I don't know. All I know is that the whole second half came as a big surprise to me. I really got my money's worth, don't you think?