Let me be clear, I absolutely love this monstrosity. Rarely do you get to see something that seems so hilariously misguided come to life. But, at the same time, what were they thinking???
As far as I can tell, the movie, which comes out December 20 opposite the new Star Wars, will adhere to this same general structure of the play -- basically, it's about cats sharing their personal stories at a Jellicle ball after which one of them will go to the Heavenside Layer, aka die, probably -- except it bulks up the role of Victoria (played here by dancer Francesca Hayward). On stage, she's just a ballerina; here, she's the ingenue with dialogue, new to this world of milk-loving creatures and oversized furniture.
But, honestly, there are more pressing issues. Like, for instance, the fact that the lady cats have boobs, for which someone should clearly be punished. If the same person is responsible for making the tails come out of the butts the way they do, they should probably be sent to jail. Also: Why does Taylor Swift's catnip-dousing Bombalurina wear tiny little shoes?