Cats is known to be a rather divisive musical. Some folks hate it, some folks love it. When I won the lottery and did some research on it, I figured, well, there has to be something appealing about it considering how long it’s been running for! It’s so popular! Can it really be so successful on Broadway and yet have little to no appeal? As it turns out, the answer to that question is yes.
I’ll start with the little I appreciated. The stage is quite cool, decorated in a really busy, cacophonous way, and the backdrop of the full moon is gorgeous.
That’s it. And now the bad.
First of all, and this is probably more of a personal hangup, but I found it incredibly creepy watching humans crawling around and pretending to be cats. It felt like I was watching a demonic rave in hell. Second, their costumes…I feel like there had to be a…less embarrassing and cringey way to convey that these folks are playing cats.
Third, I couldn’t follow anything that was happening. Was there anything happening? is there a plot? Who knows, not me. I also didn’t like the music.
And finally: in general, when it comes to media I consume, I can forgive a lot of flaws, but one thing I can’t forgive is boredom. If something bores me, that’s it, I’m done. And Cats bored the hell out of me. I had to work to convince myself not to leave at intermission. I kept getting distracted, checking the Playbook to see how many songs were left until I could just get the hell out of there.
Cats could have been the silliest, most pointless, wackiest thing ever (and it was), and I wouldn’t have minded if it had kept me interested with good music or good storytelling. Since it had neither, I was basically suffering through a bunch of grown-ass adults dressed as cats running around singing random lyrics.