Hm. I think I'll pass on this play. Thanks for the warning.
That song is not exactly the best tune in the American theater, but that's an unfair characterization. The words of the second verse actually imply the opposite. She talks about how "yet, if he said he loved me, I'd be lost, I'd be frightened." The song as a whole talks about how the *only* way she knows how to relate to a man is sexually, but Jesus confuses and frightens her because her attraction to Him is something completely different, and she doesn't understand how she should approach Him. I've always found it a very sad song, about this poor wounded bird who is so messed up by her experiences that she doesn't understand how to love God.
Of course, there is nothing in the Bible to suggest that Mary Magdalene was a prostitute -- that was a corruption and a conflation of the text that talks about the people stoning a woman. So you could conceivably attack the authors of JC Superstar on that point. However, I am willing to give that to them since they are only following a centuries-old tradition of MM as a whore.
I had the Superstar album when I was a teen, and had large chunks of it committed to memory. Back then, I thought it was the coolest. As an adult, I can see the musical's many flaws, but I don't think blasphemy is one of them. The characters who sing bad things about Jesus are expressing their *character's* viewpoint, not the viewpoint of the musical as a whole.
You know, I didn’t mean to get going on that Superstar thing! :) What I wanted to say is that I was pretty startled by this evening’s outcome. My husband and I were arguing earlier over whether Brooke or Jason would be saying sayonara tonight. It never occurred to either of us that Syesha and Carly would be in the bottom two. Ah, well, I guess it’s good to be reminded that after all, AI is largely a popularity contest.
And what was up with Simon’s little protege? Why was she standing knock-kneed through most of the song? And who exactly are the people that actually spent money to hear that tripe? Good gravy!