881 The Musical
After our hot musical hit – December Rains, which moved thousands of Singaporean to tears at the Esplanade Theatre; get ready to fight for a ticket for dynamite-charged musical extravaganza 881!
A top grossing film by visionary Singaporean director Royston Tan in 2007, 881 is an electrifying and colourful masterpiece not to be missed by a blink. Come sing with us in this ultimate combo of Hokkien and Mandarin songs at the Esplanade Theatre in April 2011!
Revitalised and directed by Goh Boon Teck, 881 the musical will trigger the emotional heart and the dancing feet of your faintest soul. Join Singapore’s entertainment triple-threat – Joanna Dong, Judee Tan, Nat Ho, Sebastian Tan, Dennis Chew, Audrey Luo and Zachary Goh in this stimulating and stirring song-fest. With Beatrice Chia, Royston Tan, Elaine Chan, Benny Wong, Farhan Hassan, Chris Chua, Tube Gallery, Mac Chan, Ashley Lim and Shah Tahir in our creative team, 881 is simply, THE ONE.
881 will play out like an actual song-stage in your familiar back street ambience. Irresistible music, meaningful lyrics, cut-throat choreography and eye-popping costumes all click to work like a well-oiled Getai machinery where everything resonates a magical clockwork.
One person, one half. One half of passion and struggle. One half of faith and belief. One half of joy and sorrow. One half of love and sacrifice. Two halves, One sisterhood, Forever.
In the Chinese Seventh Lunar month, we commune with visiting ancestors in song and dance. Big Papaya and Little Papaya are dreaming to rule the Getai (Street Variety Show). As the Papaya sisters appeal to the illustrious Goddess of Getai for this elusive gift, blessings are made, sacrifices accepted, and temptations abound. The Papaya sisters receive “feel”, and learn to feel: gratitude and forbidden love; most preciously, a devotion to a sisterhood of halves. Their coming success on Getai is threatened by the entrance of the Angmoh Durian Sisters, a challenge is committed to find out who is the winning pair of songbirds in this scaffolding cage of ironies.