Sets and costumes are stark and simple - gypsies seem to find their clothes from modern-day garbage, Esme is stuck in ugly peasoup-colored dress - but what Notre-Dame de Paris loses in visual beauty and spectacle it wins with wonderful music and drama. Helene Segara is strong-voiced and suitably tortured as innocent gypsy Esmeralda, Garou is my favorite Quasimodo and Daniel Lavoie (too handsome to be Frollo, actually) is wonderfully hammy as racist, repressed priest: he gets many of the best and most evocative songs, sings them very well indeed and manages to evoke odd mixture of hate toward Frollo's actions and sympathy toward the man himself. Weird. For some reason librettists has changed Frollo's obsession to gypsy Esmeralda - his "angel of darkness" - from lust/infatuation to lust/hate. Unfortunately it has Hugo's downer ending, which is, quite frankly, even more depressive and frustrating than it's touching, but the result is oddly captivating.

... but the trouble of this production is that it's very far from a good musical.Granted, one can't always expect the witty masters like Sondheim or Bernstein or Porter; yet the music of this piece makes even Andrew Lloyd Webber look witty. It's deadly dull and uninventive (with one or two exceptions) and just after I watched it I couldn't recall a single significant melody - which is rather tragic coming from someone who learned the whole Another Hundred People from three listenings.It is also strangely un-theatrical. It takes place on an incredibly large stage (one really has to feel sorry for those people in front rows who broke their necks in order to see something happening 50 meters on the right or 100 meters on the left) and does absolutely nothing with it. When there's supposed to be one person singing on-stage, that's just what you get - and the rest of the enormeous stage is empty. For me as an aspiring theatre director it was almost painful to watch.The fact remains, Cole Porter seems to have captured the French culture in his works better than these no-talents can ever come close to. And I'm puzzled by the popularity of this would-be-legendary musical.

I'm a great music lover and musicals are among my favorites movies. I've seen as many musicals and musical comedies as I could, but Notre-Dame de Paris is still the best so far. All the singers involved have extraordinary voices and good acting talent, the dancers have been so carefully chosen that their performance simply amazes you. Richard Cocciante's music is simply divine and unique. Although a great music writer (see also Le roi soleil) and singer himself, Notre-Dame de Paris is the greatest success of his life. The story generally follows the plot Victor Hugo established in his famous novel with some very witty modifications operated by Plamondon. The words are so artfully chosen that one can simply transfer back to Hugo's epoch and relive the story despite the fact that it now takes place on a mere stage. This is the reason why I think this great musical is generally more valued by French speakers or at least with some knowledge of French.As about the cast: Garou is just perfect for the part of Quasimodo (unforgettable and unique voice), Patrick Fiori and Julie Zenatti- two young beautiful voices to become huge stars of the French musical scene, Daniel Lavoie (just perfect for Frollo's part, human and malicious at the same time- Frollo I mean!!!),Helene Segara as a suave,elegant and refined gypsy girl- far more appropriate than the Italian or English Esmeraldas (although well-known singers such as Tina Arena played in the English version of Notre-Dame), and last, but not least, Bruno Pelletier as Gringoire, one of the most beautiful and powerful voices ever. I wonder... does this man ever breathe?Just watch this video (or go and see it in Paris if you have the chance; I'll certainly go as soon as I can) and I assure you that you will listen or watch it all over again (especially Belle, which is my favorite song ever).And one more thing: my husband has always hated French language. The moment he saw Notre-Dame de Paris has started learning it.

Conventional wisdom has it that the French don't like musicals. Not true at all, as the success of this show demonstrates. Plamondon and Cocciante have concocted a masterpiece that perfectly captures all the important parts of Hugo's novel, and magnificently transports the whole thing to the stage. The handful of young unknowns who star in this production on the video tape (most of them from Quebec) are almost overwhelming in their talent as singers, dancers, and dramatic performers. Bruno Pelletier shines as the anguished, tortured priest. Hélène Ségara (the only French star in the cast) totally captures our hearts as the doomed Esméralda, and Garou (the name means "Werewolf" in French!) demands and receives all our sympathy as the hapless Quasimodo. Incredibly powerful supporting performances by Patrick Fiori as Phoebus, Julie Zenatti as Fleur-de-lys and Luc Merville as Clopin round out a cast that can do no wrong.Imagine Riverdance on steroids, "West Side Story" meets "Cirque de Soleil", or a Paris riot set to music, and you have an idea of the scope of this incredible show. The choreography is the most energetic, not to say frenetic, I have ever seen, and the most imaginative. It's hard to decide, at times, if we are watching a dance or a gymnastics exhibition.If you can't get to Las Vegas, Montreal or Paris to see the show live on stage, this is the next best thing. For me it totally eclipsed every rock opera and musical which preceded it, to become the definitive musical of the 20th century. And I believe it will be at least another generation before anyone can come up with a way to surpass it.