To escape the news of the day, why not take A Trip to the Moon? Colby J. Herchel’s One Act Play based on a movie by Georges Méliès. Performed last night at Winslow Bar in the East Village. Herchel’s wistful book and joyful lyrics with song stylings by Julia Feinberg spot-on. A subtle comedic tone set by Nathanael Taylor. Tour de Force just Off-Broadway. Bien fait!
Ocasio-Cortez had a positive message. She did not focus on her gender or ethnicity nor did she dwell on hating Trump. But rather gave her attention to girls behind the bars and guys in the garbage trucks. Yup. That will win back working class votes. Well done. Even though. She’s an avowed Socialist. So. A blue county turns bluer. Doesn’t change the congressional landscape and moves the party further left. Works in Queens. Swing districts. Not so much.
Speaking of queens. Stephen Frears of The Queen directs the quirky cheeky A Very English Scandal on Amazon. Homosexuality in the Beatles-era. Based on the story of MP Jeremy Thorpe portrayed brilliantly by Hugh Grant. Excellent ensemble cast.
for taste, class, fashion… Eiza González
for poise and acuity at 93… Eva Marie Saint
for stellar longevity… Rita Moreno
for calm under pressure… Ryan Seacrest
for graciousness and talent… Allison Janney
for my favorite absentee… James Franco
for tenor and tone… Guillermo del Toro
for immortal beauty… Jane Fonda
for redemption… Warren & Faye
for younger choices next year…
Grammys return to NYC. Riri & DJ beat Bruno & Cardi B as well as Elton & Miley. They all bested Jay-Z. But. What do puppies have to do with it? Dogs are everywhere. Jeez. And. It’s a music show. Why can’t they ever get the sound right? Even at MSG. In Memoriam Imagine mosaic at Strawberry Fields. Where daily we hear buskers sing Lennon songs off-key.
At the end of the day it’s 24K.
The Golden Globes. Hats off to the few women who represented true individualism by not conforming to walking the red carpet in black. What’s the point when you pose and strut and remain objectified as a pretty thing anyway? Nicole should have thanked her co-star. Male directors need not have been dissed. Misandry is not the answer to bad behavior by a few jerks. Happy about James Franco. Of course. And Seth Meyers was solid.
The Essex Serpent, a novel by Sarah Perry. An amorphous Ness. Meant to be a Victorian Gothic homage, it didn’t quite manage either. Science, medicine, modernity dispelled the gossamer blue fog along a rural estuary where the mythic serpent was reportedly glimpsed. The so-called monster never conjured a terror commensurate with the village’s reaction. Perry draws her characters well. They just didn’t seem to belong in the same story together. A good read, but don’t agree with all the literary accolades.
The Leonid cosmic show is peaking this weekend. Likely obscured by clouds and rain in NYC. But. Just down the road Meteor Shower is in previews on Broadway. Got to see it last night.
Steve Martin’s homage to the narcissistic relationship-sharing nineties. Set in Ojai California 1993 at a modest modern hilltop home. Amy Schumer & Jeremy Shamos invite a new couple Keegan-Michael Key & Laura Benanti over for cocktails to watch the meteor event from their terrace. Hilarity and marital combustion ensues.
It’s not deep nor serious dramaturgy. But anything that can make you laugh for the better part of ninety minutes to forget the “male-strom” here on Earth is a wonderment.