Yeah, I'm in the "what's to be confused about?" camp -- it seemed pretty straightforward to me. I only got lost, the first time I saw at Kazino a few years back, during the Abduction scene, with Balaga and all the running around. I just had no idea what was going on, but I rolled with it, and was soon back on track. The next time I saw it I realized that Mr. Toschi and Mr. Steele had evidently fumbled some words that first time, it was clear as day the second tim
Once upon a time, PBS didn't censor programming. Naughty language was broadcast as is. And then the GOP got all huffy and puffy over TALES OF THE CITY because "ewwwwwww, faggots!" and that was the end of that.
There is no equivalence between Mike Pence and Obama. Mike Pence has actively endorsed bigotry against most of the people in that building last night. The only thing Obama ever did to his critics is be black.
There was no slip in the program for GREAT COMET on Thursday night announcing that Scott Stangland would be playing Pierre, not in the program I got, not in the program my husband got. There was a stuffer with the revised billing for Ars Nova, but NO SLIP AT ALL referring to a replacement Pierre. There was no announcement before the show either.
Groban was out last night. No announcement before the show, no note inserted in the program, no word of any kind, but they did send out an e-mail at 7:30 p.m., a half hour after the show started, with information about exchanges/refunds. Not well handled, guys.
I didn't think there was anything so wrong with Staunton's performance that a quick recalibration for video rather than stage wouldn't have fixed -- she was so clearly playing for the folks in the balcony rather than the camera that had zoomed into a tighter than tight closeup that she seemed to be bizarrely overplaying so much of it. There's no denying the brilliance of her Everything's Coming Up Roses.
Pretty good overall, but over-reached in that British way of adding a "Darker Vision" to material that doesn't really need it, most evident in the decision to costume and make-up the imperishable trio of strippers Mazeppa, Electra and Tessie as if they were White Walkers from Game Of Thrones. The total abject humorlessness of the production just became choking after a while. Ms. Staunton did quite well, I thought, but I couldn't help wondering, by time Rose final
I saw the Actors Fund benefit performance last night, my second trip after having seen it in the spring of this year and having listened to the album pretty frequently ever since. I'm so glad to have had the opportunity to revisit this show -- it's got to be the truest cliche around that you just can't get it all in one viewing or listening, there's just way too much going on. I heard my husband gasp more than once at little nuances in the lyrics that we'd neve
I'd have liked the documentary a lot more if it hadn't featured cameos from George W. Bush, Laura Bush, Paul Ryan and some creature from Fox Business News. Why give vermin like this a chance to polish their reputations by association with an important American cultural event? A sad sad error.
The original film was largely panned, and found its audience via midnight screenings -- all that history is easy to find online and in assorted books on the subject. I never understood why people have such disdain for it -- sure there are some lapses, nobody's calling it a masterpiece. It's good silly fun, never really taking itself particularly seriously, it has a great cast and a great score and it is made with a skill and professionalism that no one associated with
The one time I got lost in the Kazino production was during the Abduction scene. I just didn't know what the hell was going on. And then Balaga came on, and well, whatever, it didn't last long and we were soon brought back to reality when old-school Marya appeared bellowing about "Not in MY HOUSE!!!"
I was sufficiently blown away by the rest of the enterprise to see it again, and that particular section made a lot more sense -- I think Mr. Choksi and Mr. S
I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe it. Only Annaleigh Ashford managed to create something like a character, and poor Tim Curry, God bless him, seemed to be blinking out morse code saying "kill me please."
I'd have forgiven Laverne Cox a lot more if she ever bothered to act as if she had the slightest idea what any of those noises she was making with her mouth actually meant, she was rushing through every line delivery, she might as w