For a moment on Thursday night, towards the end of the Stephen King/John Mellencamp/T. Bone Burnett musical "Ghost Brothers of Darkland County," I believed in happy endings.
But this isn't a music video, and Stephen King is no Frank Capra. If I thought, even for a second, that my friend Sarah and I would walk out with happy smiles full of uplift, I was such a fool.
King came through at the end, and the red guy made sure of it. Everybody died.
But, thank you, John Mellencamp! They died singing a happy song! So it wasn't quite the downer of, say, 'Under the Dome' (no spoiler intended, TV fans).
Long story short: Yea, I liked it, although I think it needs a little work. Best thing: Music. Worked needed, storywise: Establish which character is which in the first 10 minutes. Distinguish between the 1967 bros and the 2007 bros. Tighten up the whole thing -- good God, get that story told, Dad! And clarify what's happened, or is happening, or whatever, between 2007 and the present -- we never did figure that out. The cast -- great. Really strong voices. The little kid (young dad), of course, stole the show. And the Embassy Theater is always an amazing place to attend anything.
And I should give a shout-out to Groupon, which made our attendance possible at 70% off tickets. Free poster, too.
I keep calling it Dark Brothers of Ghostland County, for no good reason.