As you know, E and I were unsuccessful at getting tickets for our anniversary. Instead, we picked the next day E had off, which happened to be last Thursday, and bought some killer seats down in the Orchestra section. The Book of Mormon has some complex, fast paced songs so if you're going I highly recommend seats pretty close to the stage. You can catch the gist from anywhere in the theater but if you want to hear every raunchy, dirty, word you need to be up close.
Which brings us to one of the primary points, the absolute filthiness of this musical. Make no mistake, The Book of Mormon was absolutely hilarious but it is definitely way out there. You should prepare yourself in advance so you're not shocked when they start dropping C bombs left and right. Don't let the foul language and taboo themes keep you away though, it's absolutely worth seeing if you can get seats before it's gone.
The basic plot revolves around two young Mormon men, Elder Price and Elder Cunningham. Although they couldn't be more different, they get paired together for their 2 year Mormon mission in sunny Uganda. Their job is to go out there and convert as many Ugandans as possible, because God loves Mormons and he wants some more. The only problem with their plan is that the Ugandan's are a little too busy starving, dying from AIDS and being tortured by the warlord General Butt Fucking Naked to be interested in converting. The situation is further complicated by Elder Price's waning faith, it's hard to blame him when people are being shot in the face, and Elder Cunningham's compulsive lying. These two will be the most colorful Mormon's you've ever seen, and although the writer's take liberties with just about everything, your sides will hurt from laughing when the curtain falls.
If you're in the Los Angeles area, E and I would highly recommend you see it at the Pantages. The theater itself is gorgeous, the cast was spot on, and there isn't a bad seat in the house. Just don't go with anyone who might be offended by comedic foul language, racism, sexism, or just about any other awful and taboo concept you can think of.
In the meantime, E and I will try to stop saying Hasa Diga Eebowai and remember that tomorrow is a latter day. It can't get much worse, so things can only look up from here.
