Oh, Wally, Wally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It Is Time To Hang It Up Already!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                       Before getting into the train wreck of the theatrical experience above, let me just say a word about Timothee Chalamet.  Kid, you just blew your Oscar chances!  And go, Amy Madigan!

                                        Ok, Now--

                                        Had "What We Did Before Our Moth Days," now at the Greenwich House Theatre (probably because it was the only venue it could get) had been 90 minutes with no intermission, one might have emerged regarding it as thoughtful, effortful, philosophical and sincere.

                                           Instead, Shawn, with his Napoleon complex, and fondness for only his own words, has turned this into three hours which is just twice too long as it should be.  Imagine the graveyard scene of "Our Town."  Even with Wilder's poetry, stretched out to three hours, one would say, "Enough already!"

                                              The premise is simple.  Four actors sit on a stage, enacting characters who turn out to be connected to each other, musing on life, death, and everything in between.  I could not help noticing it was SO heterosexual.  Not that there is anything wrong with it, but a New York set play that does not acknowledge gay people??????????  And this from an author who, decades earlier, while I was still in my twenties, hit on me at a New Years Eve party????????????????

                                                  I could care less about that, but I do care about good theater, and Shawn is still writing the same pretentious crap as "My Dinner With Andre," which, for the life of me, I cannot to this day understand how some went crazy over it. .  There definitely were some 'Andre' groupies in the audience!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                  This production was purportedly directed by Andre Gregory.  His name may be on the program, but, in his 90's, one can bet an assistant did most of the work.  Not that there is much to direct, anyway.  The actors could do it themselves.

                                                  The actors--Hope Davis, John Early, Maria Dizzia and Josh Hamilton are capable of delivering their monologued lines, but I sensed in each an effort to be earnest; in other works, to "speak the play," as Shakespeare would say--and then get the hell out of there!  As the actors exited the stage for the final time, I sensed a bit of relief in all.  And I could not help noticing the audience did not give it a standing ovation.  No one stood for this play.  They all headed to the nearest exit.

                                                   My advice?  Stay away from this venue while the vehicle is there.

                                                   As for Wallace Shawn, you are still a troll!  Try writing something groundbreaking, instead.

                                                   That is, if you can

                                                   

I Want A Saturn Girl Action Figure!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                               As I have previously mentioned, on a bookshelf in our bedroom is what I call my little Cup Of Heroes.  Not to be confused with the Canyon Of Heroes, dears.

                                                 The cup contains Sun Boy (Dirk Morgna of Earth) from the Legion Of Super-Heroes.  I also have Doctor Fate and The Spectre, both from the Justice Society Of America,

                                                    For me, with superheroes, it is all about the costume.  Which is why I want to add to my cup, another Legionnaire, and that is Saturn Girl (Imra Ardeen).  She is, or course, from Saturn.  That red costume is dazzling; too bad she has a dour expression on her face.  But the costume is accurate and colorful.

                                                       Who knows who else is out there?  By the time I am finished, darlings, my cup may become a cornucopia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                           I wonder if Computo or the Legion Clubhouse is available??????????????

See, Darlings?????????? The Golden And Silver Age Of Comics Has Evolved Into What Today Is Called Pop Art! How Would You Like These Images, Among Others, Covering Your Walls? I Would!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                            Many think Pop Art is Andy Warhol, with the jar of Campbell's Tomato Soup, or the photograph of Marilyn Monroe.  But, as can be seen here, Pop Art can be anything if drawn in the correct style, like Golden and Silver artists of yesteryear.

                             Color is a central requirement; as can be seen, these images are ablaze with color.  I would like the middle one either on my living room wall or the bedroom ceiling.

                              Or maybe the collage should go on the bedroom ceiling, and the knockout words in the living room.  It is SO much fun to contemplate.

                             So, girls, the next time you yearn for the Golden or Silver Age Of Comics, look to Pop Art!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                 Another great home decorating idea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 

This Character Is SO Annoying!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                             This is actor Stuart Hicar, and he plays Justin, the store clerk on the Stop And Shop TV commercials.   

                              Now, first let me say, girls, I am happy for Stuart, that, as an actor, he has somewhat of a steady gig.  Actors are lucky to get one.  Who knows; Justin could do for him what Flo did for Stephanie Courteny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                             But what he is required to play I cannot stand; so much so that I grimace each time one of these commercials air.

                              Within the workplace culture, there is so worse person that what is politely called "the brown nose;" in more vulgar parlance, "the ass kisser."  That is exactly what Justin is, and he is nauseating to watch.

                                 I mean, doesn't Justin have any life--inner or outer?  I bet he still lives at home in the basement, with his parents, plays video games, and watches straight porno movies because he has not figured out the truth yet.  Oh, and of course, he lives in a suburb, where he drives in one of his parents' cars only five minutes away from his house for a day of work.

                                These are the type of adult offspring who end up killing their parents.  I worry about Justin and his future.

                                 As for Stop And Shop, how many store out there are there, actually?  I remember when it was a Milton Bradley board game.

                                   Bring the game back but leave Justin out of it!  Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Girls, Join Us Tonight At 8PM, As "Svengoolie" Opens March With A Goodie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                             It has been called "motion picture's greatest year."  That was 1939, which produced a lot of my favorites, including "Gone With The Wind," "The Wizard Of Oz," and "Wuthering Heights."

                               But somewhere in this mix is a gem from Universal called "Son Of Frankenstein."  It made history in several ways.

                                 It marked the end of Universal's Frankenstein Trilogy.  It was the last time Boris Karloff played The Monster.  It introduced Bela Lugosi as Ygor, who demonstrated an acting range far beyond that shown in "Dracula."   It had Lionel Atwill as the policeman with the mechanical arm!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                    And that cast!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Josephine Hutchinson, Basil Rathbone, Emma Dunn and Donnie Dunagan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                     The sets and art direction are superb.  This is one of the last great Universal horror films, and it deserves to be seen.  Especially if it is your first time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                      Too bad the actress playing the wife was no match for Mae Clarke or Valerie Hobson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                         See you tonight at 8, darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!  Baby Gojira And Company will be there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

See, Girls? I Told You The Golden And Silver Age Of Comics Were Better!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Look At Doctor Midnite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                     He was a member of the Justice Society Of America, on Earth Two, in the 1940's.  Get a load of that costume, the colors, the moon combining with it; this is the kind of detailed artistry one does not see in comics anymore.  An era lost forever.

                                                       Doctor Midnite had been a surgeon, who had been blinded, but developed the super-power to be able to see things in the dark.  Hence, his name.  But, as with all superheroes, especially DC, it was all about the costume, and Doctor Midnite's is just perfect.

                                                           There is, even now, a Doctor Midnite action figure!  I would sure love to have one, wouldn't you?  I have Sun Boy, from The Legion Of Superheroes, and Doctor Fate and The Spectre from the Justice Society Of America.  Wouldn't it be fabulous to have all the action figures from both organizations??????????

                                                             All those costumes!!!!!!!!  All that color!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                           Then I could have my own Superheroes Fashion Show, darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Geoffrey Beene Has Been Dead For Over Twenty Years! When Alive, He Was America's Heir Apparent To Cecil Beaton! But His Spirit Lives On In These Creations!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

                                                                                

                                               Aren't these fabulous, girls????????  It is time to think about Spring fashions, and while there is still talk of Halston, Versace, and others, Geoffrey Beene seems overlooked and neglected.  And with creations like these, he should not be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                 Imagine recreating your life according to the 1948 movie "Easter Parade."  You can actually do that, darlings, by wearing these dresses.  But only in the last one, pictured above, can you dance and sing "When The Midnight Train Leaves For Alabam!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

                                                    Artists should never be overlooked, and I want Beene remembered.  Has The Costume Institute ever done an exhibition on him.  Think about it, ANNA!!!!!!!  And, of course Chloe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  

                                                      If only it was Chloe Sevigny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!