The Lorax

I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees.

So let’s be clear: I am not the most emotional character when I go to the theatre. This is not to say I don’t get into the shows - if called upon to sing or dragged on stage I take part with vigour. I love a good comedy, cackling away at the witty comments. But I am rarely emotionally moved by a play in a sad way, I rarely get choked up and I never cry. I recall going to see the Wind that Shakes the Barley with my mum and sister when I was much younger. I sat there stony faced while my mum, sister and the old lady on the far end of the row all sobbed away at the film. My sister commented on how unemotional I was. Well, not today. Today tears ran down my cheeks. This was the most I think I have ever cried at a production (I don’t think I have ever cried like this in the theatre). I really did not expect to be saying that about the Lorax; it seems a tad surreal.

The Lorax is a kids' show: half the audience were kids and they didn’t cry; they enjoyed it as the fun little show it was. Indeed, it was a jolly musical with the most tremendous puppetry; the Lorax was a wonderful character. The songs and lyrics both written and inspired by Dr Seuss were hilarious. The rhymes nicely modernised were so clever. The set was a masterpiece beautifully linked together. The trees growing out of the ground were just magical. It was meant to be a lot of fun (that was certainly what I expected), but the environmental issues addressed I just found so poignant and so heart-breaking that by the end I cried. It was a beautiful sweet, sweet story, the most moving show I can recall going to.