So, we saw The King and I at Wolf Trap on Sunday.

As you may know, I am not a huge fan of musicals (there are a few I like; none of them are Phantom or Les Mis) but live theater is always something worthwhile.

The King had a fine voice and did well with a character that will always risk tipping over into a racist caricature. Unfortunately, Anna did tip for me, with her faux (I assume) British accent being a little grating.

The story was better than I would have suspected. Or rather, the story was more difficult (in a good way) than I would have suspected. The story of the doomed lovers remains, well… doomed. Pat, happy endings are avoided in favor of something triggering more ambivalent emotions. I like that.