Mufasa....Driving Mrs Potts
Sometime in October last year, tickets went on sale for what was an "Unmissable" play in Melbourne. And as soon as I got the pre-sale notice, my credit card went into overdrive and I snagged some seats for DH and myself. I even justified it by calling it a Christmas present from DH to me.
The play is Driving Miss Daisy. Yes, that movie that starred Jessica Tandy and Morgan Freeman.
The Melbourne production stars?
None other than Mrs Potts and Mufasa themselves! It's not everyday that we have American movie stars come down to take lead roles in Australian productions so tickets for this particular season have been snapped up all over the country.
Our showtime came up at the weekend and I was really excited to go see it. Afterall, I've been a fan of Angela Lansbury since the days of Dorian Gray and who can forget the Star Wars chills that James Earl Jones created when he voiced Darth Vader!
I did try to keep a lid on the excitement factor because I wasn't sure if both of them were going to be on stage for this particular show....they are entitled to rest days and I didn't want to be too disappointed if their understudies were stepping in.
The theatre is a strictly no photography policy; so I only have my smart phone pics and this one and the previous one were all that I took.
I was completely delighted when I found out that there were no understudies in play for this performance.
It was a very simple set.
A couch with a coffee table in one section.
A staircase to nowhere.
A park bench, that doubled up as the backseat of a car.
Two bentwood chairs that doubled up as the driver seat.
An office table.
All items rotated on/off the stage.
Mrs Potts was resplendent in a stylish purple dress.
Simple costume changes; a fur stole, a matching jacket and a purple coat
Provided impressions of winter, going to the shop, opulence and wealth
Contrasts against the chauffeur suit of Mufasa
As different from the pride of the lions mane
The constant suit that was worn day in day out over time
A simple production in set and costume
Tears gently falling at the end
Not because of the storyline but for a dream fulfilled
To have the opportunity to be in the same theatre
Seeing the two superstars, both showing their age
But master craftspeople still in their actors skill
Portraying strangers becoming friends
That twenty years and circumstance can forge
On stage for all; but yet so personal for the individual audience to experience.
We had seats 8 rows from the front and I will always remember this experience of seeing Angela Lansbury and James Earl Jones on stage.

