This past week Leah and I finally went out for my birthday (just a month and a half late) to see “Wicked” at the Pantages Theater. We had originally intended to go on my birthday, but Micah thwarted those plans by becoming highly ill. Though he tried the same trick this time, we were still able to get away. I’ve only been able to see one Broadway play before, and that was “Les Miserables” in New York. I’ve been in love with the play since. So it was with great anticipation that we dressed up, drove into Hollywood, and enjoyed a night at the theater!
We were both completely blown away by the musical. The songs were great, the dialogue was hilarious, the costumes were eye popping, and the set itself was great. We had great seats that let us be close enough to really see the faces of the actors, but not so close that we would get a stiff neck or have to turn our head to follow the action on the stage. We had a pretty good knowledge of how the play went, since a high schooler (thanks Katie!) had given me the soundtrack as a gift last year.
For those of you who are not familiar, “Wicked” is about what happened in Oz before Dorothy touched down. It is the story of Glenda, the good witch, and Elphaba, who would become the wicked witch of the west. The play goes into the story of how they were roommates at college, loathed each other at first, but as time went by, grew to be very close and understand each other. Soon they are called to meet the Wizard, and Elphaba quickly begins to understand what is going on and who the Wizard is. This realization drove her to rebel against what the Wizard was doing, and the perception of her being evil was mostly the result of the smear campaign the Wizard and his press secretary put on her.
As we were watching, Leah and I were both struck with the total subjectivity of truth in the play. Everyone used to think that the Wicked Witch of the West was pure evil, but as you watch the play, you begin to realize that she was just a victim of circumstances at the worst. At the best, she was a misunderstood hero. The only reason we feel the way we do about her is because she was unfairly characterized in such a light.
This is nothing out of the ordinary for today’s society. In fact, this is par for the course when it comes to our culture. Truth has become something that is perceived as subjective. What is truth for one person, may not be truth for the next. Truth may be truth only because that’s the message that you’ve been told. And people who appear to be evil may be that way for a very noble reason. They are just a victim of their circumstances. Just some interesting thoughts from a great night at the theater!