Wicked was fantastic last night! Watching the production from the faraway distance of the first balcony, all I ever yearned for (at least since the first 20 mins of Act I) was to see what Elphaba (aka green girl) looked like up close. Was it odd at all that I wanted her to be remarkably pretty? It sounds deeply shallow, I know. But it was genuinely what I wished for. I wanted my protagonist to be pretty regardless of her skin tone. My demands seem a little excessive here, but it's perfectly understandable if you hang on a moment & consider my point. Elphaba had the loveliest voice out of everybody else; she was severely misunderstood; and I wanted her to stun me with outrageous physical beauty. Is that really too much to ask?
But at the end of the day, it didn't matter how she really looked like. In my mind, Elphaba is stunning. Her character was at the peak of unassuming brilliance. She was drenched in all the dramatic irony that the musical was scripted to have. And The Wicked Witch of the west was, in all her essence, good! Surprise, surprise. Don't you just love incongruity?