1698 posts categorized "HUMOR"
Zac Efron has a power-bottom porn stache???
Obama's legacy continues to bulk up: U.S./Cuba relations thawing.
Will we get Beetlejuice 2, North Korea willing?
GUTLESS: Steve Carell movie set in North Korea canceled.
What is fuck no, Alex?
A promising HIV vaccine in South Africa.
Evolution, as told in emojis.
Somebody got paid for this Photoshop job???
Calvin Harris shirtless.
Selma: “Show the tape.”
Stephen Collins is sorry he molested underage girls.
“Don't Tell Me” not to dance like Madonna.
'Member Terri Schiavo? Her husband does, Jeb Bush.
Today is the final day of fund-raising for Retake: The Movie.
U.S. Consul to Turkey to marry his local boyfriend in WI.
Black teen executed 70 years ago for murder is exonerated.
Manly man Chris Hemsworth, in detail.
BOY CULTURE RATING: *** out of ****
Eric Idle and John Du Prez's Not the Messiah (He's a Very Naughty Boy) raised holy hell at Carnegie Hall Monday and Tuesday night, marking the irreverent comic oratorio's New York debut. Based on the Monty Python movie Life of Brian (1979)—with which I'm very familiar, because it was illegal for any teenage boy growing up in Michigan not to be—the show featured Idle, Victoria Clark, Mark Kudisch, Lauren Worsham, William Ferguson and conductor Ted Sperling, all united for a bad cause: running down religion with sarcastic (but, ironically, beautifully sung) numbers along the lines of “We Love Sheep”.
In this case, bad is good, with low humor, unapologetic wordplay (“She's great with child...and not half bad without!”) and Idle's genius delivery making for 90 minutes of fun worth the risk of eternal damnation.
I needed a little Christmas right that very minute, so I grabbed my theater husband and hit OMG! It's Christmas!—it's a one-woman show dedicated to giving in to the holidays, and it stars John Waters regular Mink Stole.
Stole, who looks great (she's 67 going on 45) sang a quirky selection of Christmas tunes, accompanied by a game band that included a very youthful Dylan Kaminkow, whose upright bass playing was downright adorable to watch as well as being ear candy.
She really had the crowd going with her erratic story-telling, which veered from alarmingly mainstream (Mink Stole has a crush on the Property Brothers???) to cackle-inducingly morbid (her take on “The Little Match Girl” was a scream) to cheerfully sacrilegious (to address any shock over her declaration that there is no God, she pointed out she couldn't have given Divine a fake handy with a rosary if she'd been a believer).
Mink was warm and fuzzy afterward, too. A real dream to meet a woman who lists Pink Flamingos (1974), Desperate Living (1977) and (the original, good) Hairspray (1988) on her résumé.