By Jared Chausow
By Katie Toth
By Elizabeth Flock
By Albert Samaha
By Anna Merlan
By Jon Campbell
By Jon Campbell
By Albert Samaha
A winning sister team is at the core of Broadway's Wonderful Town, which is only not-wonderful in its weak opening and abrupt ending. Virtually everything in between is spiffy and fizzy, particularly the astounding, hand-her-the-Tony Donna Murphy as the writer who sings about being too butch and openly smart to catch a man. (Correct a guy's grammar, she croons, "then mark your towels hers and hers." Well, the show also has an ode to Christopher Street.)
Henry IV isn't exactly fizzy, but it's definitely vigorous, which helps carry one through the long sitand so does the program, which includes the backstory, a lengthy synopsis, and even info about "recruitment and ransom" in the 15th century. My head was swimming before the thing even started, but then I gave in to the glorious acting and wacky wimples and felt like a much better person (and more informed kidnapper) afterwards.
Downtown, Caroline, or Change is the best musical I've ever seen about a Jewish boy who leaves coins in his laundry. I found it quite high-reachingeven if the person next to me kept going, "What the fuck?"and particularly adored dignified Tonya Pinkins and pert Veanne Cox. Afterward, I heard audience member Richard Kind lamenting, "I've been looking for work." Interestingly, one of Webster's definitions for Bounce is "to dismiss from employment."
Looking for more customers, I Am My Own Wifea/k/a Charlotte, or Sex Changerecently had a promotional gimmick whereby if you brought a wife, anyone's wife, she got a free faux-pearl necklace. That seemed so straight for a trannie play, so I showed up with my talons out and made sure Imy own fishwifegot one too. (I'm wearing it as we speak.) The playthe success d'snob du jourhas Jefferson Mays doing more characters than Tovah Feldshuh, Ellen Burstyn, and Jackie Mason combined. You'll just love his adorable little Stasi informant!
More promo gimmicks? Filth2go.com reported that Taboo's producer, Rosie O'Donnell, might step into the role of Big Sue to help ticket sales. (Her people denied it.) But at a press event before the show opened, Rosie said Big Sue is "the role I salivated over, but wasn't talented enough to pull off." I pressed her about it and Rosie said, "As a producer, I wouldn't cast me!"
Moving right along, I'm glad they cast Karen Ziemba in Never Gonna Dance; the little trooper has the kind of hard-boiled zing the show desperately needs more of. A sort of Crazy for Thoroughly Modern 42nd Street, the nostalgia-ain't-what-it-used-to-be musical is too often lifelessly bland, even though it eerily plays the gay and ethnic stereotypes even broader than in the '30s.
From Broadway to HBO, Angels in America is a massive achievement, but it speaks volumes that Jeffrey Wrightthe only holdover from the still definitive stage versionsteals the whole Oscar-winner-studded thing. The TV movie's timing is impeccable, though; we still have a Republican government in domestic AIDS denial, one that's even lobbying to make sure gays can't marry. Maybe they can give marrying straights a free necklace.
Nostalgia singers Bette Midler and Donna Summer, who'd be scrubbing toilets without gays, aren't the biggest supporters of same-sex marriage either, shockingly enough. On Larry King's show, Midler endorsed the idea, but said she's concerned that "gay men . . . like to move around"i.e., be promiscuous. (And straight men don't? I've fucked hundreds of 'em.) On the same subject, Summer gave the Washington Blade a no comment and added, "People are entitled to whatever they want to do, but it is none of my business." That's hideous, but I guess it's better than her usual: "God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve." (No, wait, she never said that, I swear!)
Proof that gays can settle down: Barebacking porn star Jeff Palmer announcedon World AIDS Day, poetically enoughthat he's giving up the jizz, I mean the biz, to be monogamous with his new papito. I could just start crying again.
Proof that "straights" can't settle downDavid and Lizagave us a good laugh when he accused her of spousal violence. Still, when Ruby Wax interviewed the Gests on British TV earlier this year, Liza did get a little cantankerous. Gest went on about how he prefers Liza's left breast ("Look at how firm," he oozed, pointing it out) and his deeply uncomfortable wife started hitting him and Waxin jest, but with some real underlying angst. I'm scared, mama.