343 posts categorized "THEATRE"
ManRumpsXXX: Check out “Talk Like Sex,” a François Sagat butt-a-thon (Work Unfriendly), after the jump below ...
The Film Experience: Is Sally Field in The Glass Menagerie sublime?
Press Release: Artist Alan Gutierrez unveils sculpture to “celebrate the legacy of Miami-Dade County's LGBTQ champions.” It covers 1977-2017, includes Moonlight.
Daily Kos: White Southern male voter for Trump admits he was wrong — goes viral:
Trump voter James Walker, 31, from Nashville, says: "This is the first step: showing up and being honest." pic.twitter.com/kP1vLUHxNl— David Smith (@SmithInAmerica) March 15, 2017
(GIF via The Lisp)
Keep reading for that amazing, butt-tastic Sagat short subject ...
Seeing Bette Midler in Hello, Dolly! next week — can't wait.
I've never even seen this show, nor have I ever seen the movie. I know, I know. There are some holes in my gay past. I did know about the show as a kid, thanks to this:
I'm particularly interested at this time, having finished Carleton Carpenter's excellent autobiography, in which he recalls touring with the show opposite Mary Martin (whom he loved) and Ginger Rogers (seemingly, less so).
That got me thinking about all the women who've played Dolly. With a hat tip to Richard Skipper's invaluable Call on Dolly ...
Other famous broads who've bought Dolly to life:
I'm psyched to be seeing my pal Marc Patlan — who did my Boy Culture logo — in the upcoming play Eternal Flamer, which sounds like a riot.
DUAF presents Eternal Flamer! The Ballad of Jessie Blade
Out choreographer Christopher Gattelli has a résumé you'd love to have just been around to watch happen: He did Newsies, is bringing Frozen to the stage and is currently working on the Broadway musical War Paint, which documents the battle between Helena Rubinstein and Elizabeth Arden with Patti LuPone and Christine Ebersole as the women who did not kiss and makeup.
From Wayman Wong's Broadway World chat with Gattelli, wherein he dishes on working with Channing Tatum on Hail, Caesar!:
That was a blast. Talk about a workhorse. Tatum had never tapped before, and that man never stopped. He rehearsed about 3 months, and he literally did it all. Every flip. Everything. He was just so game. And we had some of Broadway's best dancers beside him. I told the Coens that I knew of guys in New York that I love who would give them that authentic [MGM] quality and period style. They said, “Great, okay!,”so the guys all flew out to L.A. On the first day after Channing saw them, he worked even harder, and the guys were so supportive of him. It was a mutual admiration society. They couldn't believe how fast Channing was improving every day. It was so great. And the Coens were a dream come true. They really wanted to honor the musical genre. They'd ask questions, like, “Do they record the taps first?” or “How do they tap on the tables without leaving marks?” It was so exciting on both ends.
A friend reminded me of Andy Tobias's series of columns from 1997 about an unnamed aging Hollywood actress he referred to as Ms. Star.
The columns detail her demands of and reign of terror over a hotel while she was appearing in a play, and while Faye Dunaway is never named, details about wire hangers and Maria Callas (Dunaway starred in Master Class at the time) give her away.
The staff has begun to refer to Ms. Star as Mommie Dearest, after Joan Crawford, who used to stay at the hotel during her heyday, behaving in a similar fashion but adding her own signature quirks (sending ahead a 10-page list of instructions, cleaning her own bathroom on arrival, ordering vast quantities of vodka, requesting mountains of towels and NO WIRE HANGERS, etc.).
Fortunately, our staff and Ms. Star have come to somewhat of an understanding. They accept her abuse cheerfully, but in pairs. No one has the courage now to enter her suite alone.
For example, this afternoon Ms. Star was having trouble with her OWN PERSONAL fax machine (she brought her own; we just installed the line for it). She told the concierge to report to her room in ’30 seconds.’ On the way to her suite, he grabbed the front desk manager — who’s known for his equanimity in the face of the most outrageous guest behavior — and persuaded him to accompany him to the lioness’s hot, humid den. They knocked on her door, trying to look composed even as their hearts were pumping wildly. She took her time answering the door, then made them stay in the hallway until she had made one last attempt to fix the fax machine herself. Frustrated, she told them to come inside and work on it.
It turned out that the fax machine was in perfect working order — it was just that she was not familiar with sending faxes long distance (something her secretary usually handles for her, I guess). After they explained the problem and showed her the procedure, she berated them for failing to post the directions on her OWN PERSONAL fax machine. As the concierge opened his mouth to protest, the front desk manager poked him in the ribs. He, then, turned to Ms. Star and said with one of his most endearing smiles, “You’re absolutely right, Miss ———–. We should have done just that.” She dismissed them, and the front desk manager told me later, “I think she might have said 'thank you,' but I wouldn’t swear to it.”
I recommend you read each installment. They're written so evenhandedly, with Tobias and his concierge friend making quite a few charitable excuses for Dunaway's dotty rudeness before finally settling on the idea that she was just a bitch:
Now, let's hear about a different version of Faye, from my pal Alan Light:
Via E! News: Watch the Hamilton cast pull tears out of Lin-Manuel Miranda as they support him in his bid to win for his work on Moana at the Oscars.
So cute ...