If I were a rich man….

I probably wouldn’t still be singing for my supper at the age of 70… so perhaps the years haven’t been so financially kind to him as they might… still if that’s the case it is our gain for I think Topol has probably grown into the role he has made famous.

 Topol in Fiddler on the Roof

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I took my MIL to see Fiddler on the RoofĂ‚ tonight at the Burswood. I love musicals. I love the hammy acting, the contrived plots, the singing and the dancing. And I loved Fiddler. It’s a pretty depressing story mind, but there is a certain joy contained within the sorry state of the protagonists.

I can’t imagine it without Topol though.

The only niggling thing for me was the Australian accents, shown up by Topol’s lovely Jewish sounding lilt. In particular the Rabbi – he had so few words – couldn’t he have done the accent?

Apart from that I was willing to take myself to pre-revolutionary Russia and Teyve’s world.