Peter Dinklage as Cyrano. In a league of his own. Stage actor par excellence. Evocative mesmerizing powerful performance. True to Edmond Rostand’s French oeuvre. Black box intimate venue. Daryl Roth in Union Square. Un cadeau de la saison.
Tyrion’s passion and pathos. Came through up close. It’s all in his eyes.
Moulin Rouge. The Musical.
Cheeky Whimsical Parody of the Original. Serial Show-Stoppers. Modern Pop Playlist. Dancing. Singing. Dying. Confetti. Aerial stunts. Fun!
La Traviata and La Bohème all rolled into one.
Kitschy. Kitschy. Ya. Ya. Ga. Ga.
Front row mezzanine. Loved the lavish sets and costumes. Paris. Montmarte. Giant Elephant. Le Moulin Rouge- The Red Windmill.
Every Broadway Cliché you could ask for. Just what we needed after a day of impeachment fatigue. Ten minutes from home. Allons-nous-en!
Move over. Stephen Sondheim. Colby Joseph Herchel launched his new production. At New York Theater Festival & SummerFest.
Well done, nephew.
To boost your holiday spirit. Springsteen. On Netflix. Don’t expect a concert. It’s an acting tour de force and a gut-wrenching yet sweet memoir. It conjures forgotten times and places. Bruce’s tunes are indeed interspersed. But. It’s the poetry. The writing. The lyrics that make this performance stand alone. Baudelaire would be hard-pressed to express love better. Romantics like Blake or Wordsworth could’t wrap their verses so poignantly around a lost neighborhood tree. Catholicism. Parent-child connections. Themes that run deep in his soul.
And in other seasonal tidings. Tavern on the Green Spruce.
The Lifespan of a Fact. Daniel Radcliffe. Cherry Jones. Bobby Cannavale. Studio 54 Theater. Yes. That same old disco venue. Clever staging. The takeaway from the play. Facts are not truth. Yet truth needs some facts. Writing was the star. The ensemble inimitable. Without them. No reason to go. Radcliffe supplied the crucial electric current. Jones the cerebral publishing glue. Cannavale the stalwart artist. Called a farce. Disagree. A witty composition on the vagaries of life. Without going down trite emotional trails. Consistently true to the conceit. Great.
And. Not once did Harry Potter occur.
President Clinton’s tag line. Don’t Stop Thinking About Tomorrow. Yet. Bill & Hill will not leave the stage. Yesterday’s couple. Going on tour for high stakes conversations as has-been pols. Always in search of the next buck. As the Democratic party desperately needs new blood.
Bill’s past antics fodder for #MeToo ads. A new Broadway Show with Laurie Metcalfe and John Lithgow. Hillary & Clinton. Really? Guess the over-65 crowd will go. What’s next? Go Joe! Biden. Yay! Pelosi. No.
Let’s start thinking about tomorrow.
80 degrees. Hooray hooray the first of May. Navigating jackhammers, scaffolding & dog doo! Yay. Or. Get outta town. Leaves ready to pop. Bright colors can be taken out. Nope. Not in New York. Black is the color of every season. Coming from Western Mass., that’s a good thing. Slimming and goes with grey. Hair. So. Yeah. Happy May Day.
Amy Schumer Tony nom? For Meteor Shower. She was okay. Obvi Rylance in Farinelli & the King. But. In a year where SpongeBob SquarePants dominates. That’s a bad Broadway season.