My son is a HS sophomore. Since he started HS, he has wanted to be in a school play. He has participated in theater club, and auditioned for every mainstage and blackbox production. I’ve been tremendously impressed by his persistent effort, especially when he was working on song-and-dance routines for the musicals. (He inherited his father’s lack of singing/dancing talent!) Earlier this year he got his first callback for a blackbox show, but was not ultimately selected.
So I was excited to learn that he had actually been chosen for a speaking role in the next play. Apparently it is a light-hearted romp accompanying Jewish children on their rollicking one-way journey to Auschwitz. And my dear son, the apple of my eye, plays the roll of the commanding Nazi, reading the death rolls and sending the little kiddies “to the showers!”
I’m no theater expert, so I can’t express any judgment on the artistic/social merit of the play, but having read the script I can certainly say it doesn’t seem like a work I would personally seek out. To call it a downer would be an understatement IMO, tho I am undoubtedly missing some uplifting message.
I know that someone has to play the villain. But at times I have felt odd when people ask what my kids are up to, and I respond that my kid is playing the role of a Nazi in the school play. And I am less enthusiastic about encouraging folks to come see this play, which I suspect may be something other than a laugh riot. When I heard he got a role, I figured I would attend all 3 shows - but I honestly don’t know if I could take it 3 nights in a row.
He has long been interested in military history, with an especial interest in WWII (along with the Napoleonic and French and Indian Wars), as well as participating in an American Rev War re-enactment group. Add in the fact that he is taking German for his foreign language, and he is really getting into the part. And he’s greatly enjoying the daily rehearsals, learning a lot and getting to know some fun kids.
To prepare him, I’ve been watching old “Hogan’s Heroes” episodes with him. Trying to convince him to work “I know nussink!” into the final night’s show. Or maybe a chorus of “Springtime for Hitler.” Mrs D accuses me (yet again) of being a bad influence…