1. Damn, that Hunter Parrish kid has a great smile. And really nice deltoids. And can sing!
2. But really? We’re still doing the whole blond, blue-eyed Jesus thing? And on a related note, considering the (truly) admirably racially, ethnically, and aesthetically diverse cast, interesting to note that for a show where everyone’s (at least metaphorically) either Jesus or an apostle, no one in the very carefully curated cast is actually semitic.
3. Still! Such a crazy fun show, so well choreographed. If they can make something as painfully dated and hokey as Godspell seem reinvigorated and totally relevant, this bodes well for the realization of my fondest dream (no, seriously, this might actually be my #1 life desire of all time?): a revival of Pippin, a.k.a. the world’s greatest musical. We’re all going to be on a Stephen Schwartzman kick for a couple years now, cool?
4. When an atheist watches a musical about Jesus, and spends intermission noticing how many cast bios contain references to certain bible verses, she begins looking for a bible verse of her very own that she can start inserting into things that will perhaps lead to hilarious hijinx. Exodus 22:19!