Finally! A Broadway Show That Is Actually Entertaining!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                         It has been a bad season on Broadway, darlings, so it has gotten to the point where I have no expectations when going into the theater.

                            I certainly was not expecting anything from a show entitled "Bigfoot: A New Musical."

                           Actually, what I expected was a show, minus Bigfoot, where people living nearby sing and talk about him.

                           Things turned out to be better than that.  While not a classic of the American Musical Theater, "Bigfoot: A New Musical," was an impressively simple but exquisitely performed show about the town and the creature himself.  Bigfoot is played delightfully by Grey Henson, an alum of "The Book Of Mormon," and when he came out in a replica of Bert Lahr's Cowardly Lion costume from "The Wizard Of Oz," dancing and prancing about, I knew we were in for an evening of talent and camp.

                            Grey and SNL alum Alex Moffatt give the show's outstanding performances.  I was quite impressed with Moffat's athleticism and his dancing ability; hey, if there is a "Chorus Line" revival in the near future, I think he should be seen for Mike or Mark.  I never saw the extent of his talent on SNL.

                                  Danny Mefford directs and choreographs, and his is a talent to watch.  The dancing is of a kind rarely seen anymore, right out of a Fifties musical like "Seven Brides For Seven Brothers."

                                   The score is no world beater; no standards here, but they have a melodic musicality that other, more prestigious shows this season, were sorely lacking.

                                   The rest of the cast is as impressive, and, at a fast paced ninety minutes (no Intermission) they give their all.  "Bigfoot: A New Musical" give its audience just enough to send them out of the theater happy.  I also sympathize with Grey Henson.  How hot it must be inside that Bigfoot costume.

                                       No wonder the show is only ninety minutes!  But worth every one!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                    

How Could I Dare To Forget???????????? Guess Whose Birthday Is Today, Girls??????????????????????????

                              There was nothing quite like the early BARBRA, and there never will be again.

                              Yes, today is Barbra Streisand's birthday.  She is 84!  Can you believe it???????????

                               This should be declared a national holiday for all gay men and Theater Queens!!!!!!!!!!!

                                 We all know how BARBRA celebrates her birthday.  She eats a tub full of coffee ice cream and then makes hubby James Brolin do EVERYTHING she wants!!!!!!!!!!!!!  And he still looks pretty good himself.

                                     As for us fans, well one can always listen to the Original Cast Album of "Funny Girl," or see the movie on DVD.  Oh, my God, that ending with "My Man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

                                      Go all out today, dolls!  If you have all of the BARBRA oeuvre, then play it all!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                        A Happy 84th birthday to BARBRA.  May she continue to go on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                        

Quentin Tarantino And "The Golden Girls?????????????" It Is True, Darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                            Never would I have associated this rather outrageous director with this charming situation comedy.  But it seems that in 1988, in part one of the episodes entitled "Sophia's Wedding," Tarantino appeared in the above scene as one of the Elvis impersonators.  In fact, he used the money and royalties from this episode to make "Reservoir Dogs."

                            You have got to see it for yourself, girls!  There is no way you can spot Tarantino in this photograph, but when the credits roll at the end, his name stands out.  So, there can be no question he did this.  How he got involved is a story I would like to know.

                             Every night, before bed, David and I watch "The Golden Girls."  It is wonderfully comforting, and the writing and acting is of a level not seen anymore.  And of course, my favorite is Blanche, played by Rue McClanahan.  She reminds me of my young, wilder self, and she dresses the best on the show.  I want to wear all of Blanche's outfits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                              Really, it is the perfect bedtime relaxant.

                              But Quentin Tarantino?  Who would have believed it??????????????????

If Emily Blunt Can Wear A DIOR Shirt, Then Why Can't I Wear A Balenciaga????????????????????????

                            And it comes in red, darlings, so it is just perfect.  Too bad there is not one in pink.

                          Starting with Balenciaga, wouldn't it be great to have a collection of T-shirts of all the reputable designers???????????  I am sure that somewhere out there I can find one designer shirt in pink!  Even if it is Lauren Collins!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                           But, really, isn't this just fabulous, darlings?   Imagine walking into Balthazar, wearing a jacket over this?  I would be the hit of the room!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                           Honestly, girls, I think the 'Prada' sequel is going to show us the way to go in fashion. And this would be a start!

                             I cannot wait to wear my Balenciaga!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A Guide For Burgeoning Young Gay Men!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                I recently heard the true story of a young (22) gay man, who was having trouble with his sexuality, or accepting it.  Or wanting to be it.  Or not knowing what he wanted to be.

                                                  These are common experiences for most young gay men, to some extent.  I maintain one's sexuality is with them at birth, so when it emerges, it may be hard to accept.

                                                  The young man in question is coming to terms with it, but his thinking is somewhat skewered.

                                                    He calls himself a dancer, and has the body for it, but wants to go into acting instead.  I think he suffers from youth, having the idea he would just walk into an audition, get the part, and that would be it.  Of course, that is not how it happens.

                                                     Recently, he revealed another course of action, one which would make the above seem acceptable.

                                                      His dream, his goal, is to find himself a "sugar daddy" who will take care of him. Yet I don't see him taking actions.

                                                       The place to find "sugar daddies," darlings, is the Upper East Side of Manhattan.  So, he has to go there, first.  Second, even if he is lucky enough to find someone, we are not talking about the most gorgeous of men.  They are old, fat, bloated, and desperate for someone young.  Now, if you are into this type of man, fine.  But if not, how can one lower oneself to have sex with someone one is not attracted to?  And another thing, these relationships never work out.  Oh, they are fine for a while, but as things are going on, both partners are aging, and when the young thing gets too old, as the sugar daddy eventually feels, out he goes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  To what future?  Finding another sugar daddy?  Because, the older one gets, the more difficult they are to find, until becoming one yourself.

                                                           This is not a course of action I would advise any burgeoning young gay man.  Get a copy of "VOGUE," and study it carefully, read up on ANNA, dress appropriately, and hang out at Balthazar.

                                                              Because, darlings, if you want the classy, you have to have class yourself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                       

                                                     

Girls, I Have GOT To Warn You!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                         As the phrase goes, darlings, this is epic.  Three weeks from Saturday, which would be May 16, The Sven Squad is hosting.  Nothing wrong with that, but what they are going to host is a screening of what many arguably consider the greatest horror film ever made--Roman Polanski's 1968 classic "Rosemary's Baby."

                                           "Svengoolie" was overreaching when he hosted "The Bad Seed."  To his credit, he began the show an hour earlier, so that the film would be shown in its entirety.  Good for him.  But his constant warning about how disturbing the film would be to sensitive viewers got to be annoying, because more sensitive viewers likely would not get all the cinematic qualities of "The Bad Seed," including its camp theatricality.  An "A" list film on "Svengoolie?"  It was a nice try, but it did not work.

                                                But turning The Sven Squad over to something as iconic as "Rosemary's Baby?"  This is a mistake, and a disaster in the making.  There are people out there, like me, who take this film seriously, and so the squad will show no respect for us.  Their jokes will be annoying, surrounding the film, and commercials will probably be inserted during or right before iconic moments.

                                                    Showing "Rosemary's Baby", this way is questionable.  The film runs two hours and sixteen minutes, so will the show start an hour earlier, as it did with "The Bad Seed.?"  Will it still cut out iconic moments?  Because if so, those like me will know every single one, and will resent it.

                                                        I just found out about a 1995 horror film called "Ice Cream Man," with a cast including Clint Howard, Jan Michael Vincent, David Warner, and David Naughton.  This is exactly the kind of film The Sven Squad should show, something we can all have fun with and laugh at. But to show "Rosemary's Baby" this way is to disrespect it.

                                                            The Devil will get you, darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                         

How Much Crap Can A Theater Critic Stand????????????????????

                                        The ones who get paid six figures and up have to stand for a lot more, so perhaps I, who am not paid, should be grateful for small favors.  I do this out of love and passion.  When young, it was my sole ambition to be a theater or film critic.  You see, I was--or so, I thought--destined to walk into "The New York Times," and say, "Here I am!  Not unlike Joyce Maynard at 18.  Well, life intervened in my case, and so here I am, still writing, and not intending to stop.  Am I trying to procrastinate writing about "The Lost Boys?"  Is it that bad?  You bet!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                         I never saw the movie, and, even after viewing the musical, I do not care to.  Forget the Peter Pan metaphor of the title--those wanting the real thing had best go to J.M. Barrie, Mary Martin, or even Cathy Rigby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                          There are two impressive performances in the show--Shoshana Bean, playing, yet again, another put upon mother, and Benjamin Pajak as young Sam Emerson, a burgeoning gay young man, and, with Bean, one of the best voices in the company.  Pajak has proved himself twice in the recent revival of "The Music Man," where he played Winthrop, and in "Oliver!" at ENCORES, where he played the title role giving one of the most plaintive renderings of "Where Is Love?" I have ever heard.  The entire cast is filled with wonderful voices, but having to sing The Rescues' (?) lackluster score, where one song sounds just like the other, being the case today in most modern musicals that the audience walks out not caring one bit about the show or the characters in it.

                                         And the book, by David Hornsby and Chris Hoch, derived from the 1987 movie, is simplistic at best.  A single parent family moves to a new town to start over--and becomes involved with vampires?  Are you kidding me?  Who cares?  And, for connoisseurs of vampire literature, if you think Anne Rice played fast and lose with vampire methodology, wait till you see what is done here!

                                          The show runs over two hours but seems longer.  There are technical effects, and flying to tease the audience, but really, why should Michael Arden get a credit?  From the results, it looks like he has directed nothing, that the actors are all just doing this themselves.  Better to have had Eve Arden, if that was possible!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                             I am sorry, but if more shows like "The Lost Boys" keep coming in to Broadway, then Broadway is going to lose.  And if that happens, thus begins the cultural decline that some are avidly hoping for.

                                               Well, not on my beat, darlings!  I still hold out for art, charm and entertainment, not to mention quality music.

                                                   To shows like "The Lost Boys" I can only say--Get Lost!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!