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Everyone was openly lesbian-gay-bi-transgendercalm down, Michaelat the Lambda Literary Awards, where, as one winner thanked someone named Linda, the foundation director leaned over to me and murmured, in all seriousness, "You know, Linda is now Sam." I loved itLarry King would have gagged. Host Emmanuel Xavier in s/m outfits and the Lady Bunny doing scat jokes also livened up the normally somber affair.
Former Lindas and other males will dominate Bravo's The Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, a reality show whichget thiswill have an unsophisticated hetero made over by five trendy gay renaissance men. My Fair Straighty?
If I may make you over with some fabulously trendy gossip: Jennifer Gatien (Peter's daughter) is buzzing that she and Cameron Douglas (Michael's son) have split. "He wants to go Hollywood," says Jen. . . . Naomi Campbell's murmuring that she doesn't look good enough to model anymore, but I bet she can be convinced. . . . A Sopranos star says a certain clubowner fooled around with her when she was drunk and out of it, which is this close to rape. . . . Diana Ross at a recent event: "I'm not wearing any makeup. Do I need any?" . . . Conversely, Liza Minnelli was told by a makeup artist that maybe she should tone it down. "No," she replied. "Give the people what they want!" . . . Anthony Haden-Guest (no relation to David Gest) got what he wantsfree cocktailsat the Bungalow 8 bash for his book of cartoons, The Chronicles of Now. "I would have passed out!" exclaimed Tina Louise as he admitted to his fifth drink in 45 minutes.
Let's toast Alison Arngrim, who was the cunty Nellie Oleson on Little House on the Prairie and now has a Fez-bound comedy show called Confessions of a Prairie Bitch. Arngrim calls late co-star Michael Landon "the Jesus of Malibu," and says it's weird that a poor dirt farmer from Minnesota had a $200 Beverly Hills haircut. What's more, she reveals, he was a bit of a taskmaster to the kids on the set. These days, Alison's friends with Marie Osmond and clarifies, "It's not that her teeth are so large, she just has a very small head."
Yet more joyous news for Nick at Niters: Five Taxi stars are either on or coming to Broadway. The last stop at that cab depot is clearly 42nd Street. Meanwhile, Wings' Steven Weber shines in The Producers, and so does Brad Oscar, but my Playbill still featured the guy they sent back to England. Even his bio stinks!
Moving from replacement casts to revivals, hordes of them are upon us, like college friends who think they still have open entrée into our lives. Into the Woods is that dense, brilliant Sondheim/Lapine work in which they weave too many stories, rhymes, and reprises, and preach too many life lessons, but it still clicks as a fractured fairy tale for anyone who never took what Mother Goose said at face value. They've added some shtick, but for the most part, "the end is worth the beans."
The new Private Lives is a wonderfully melancholy yet acidly funny take, from Alan Rickman's almost-fourth-wall-breaking entrance to the biting and choking finale. At the opening-night party, Lindsay Duncan's husband remarked to a Times reporter that he's not worried about wifey being with Rickman all the time because "he's gay"a crack that got the whole room buzzing. Scores of cognoscenti lined up to tell me, "No, he's straight, married, and devoted"and Larry King wasn't one of them.
Thoroughly Modern Millie (an adaptation, not a revival) preaches just my kind of messagethat it's OK to love a poor guy as long as it turns out he's really rich. Adding a wealth of luster to the fizzy musical is Harriet Harris as Mrs. Meers, the Chinese-accented hotelier who abducts orphans and sells them into servitude. A scene-stealer reminiscent of Roz Russell more than Bea Lillie, who played the part in the movie (which Harris feels "you have to be on drugs to watch"), Harris is a scream, whether singing "Mammy" with her subtitled cohorts or throwing zingers at pseudo orphan Sheryl Lee Ralph.