By Jena Ardell
By Jon Campbell
By Alan Scherstuhl
By Tessa Stuart
By Roy Edroso
By Jon Campbell
By Albert Samaha
By Zachary D. Roberts
To check out some drama dykes, I finally watched an episode of The L Word in hopes of seeing who that kooky concoction is really for. The show started with two hot women making out as a guy peered through a window, jerking off. I rest my Birkenstocks, your honor.
I strapped on my Adidas for that hip-hoppy Chekhov update, Drowning Crowa/k/a Anton in the Tropicswhich makes fun of Raisin in the Sun retreads and even "Puff Diddly Dee." (Offstage, co-star Anthony Mackie has even trashed Combs's casting as disrespectful to the black community.) But this often pretentious, name-droppy work, which is mad at so much of African American culture, adds so alarmingly little to it that the first half rivals Bobbi Boland, and overall, it's even less stimulating than the hip-hop version of Pygmalion in Drama Queen!
Meanwhile, back in the shtetl, how great is Barbara Barrie? I hear that after the veteran actress was axed from Fiddler on a Hot Tin RoofI mean Fiddler on the Roofthe producers wanted to announce a mutual parting of ways, but she insisted that, rather than sugarcoat things, they should admit she'd been flat-out fired. This way, younger actors will know this can happen and you go on. Tradition!
As for perdition, you've heard those denied murmurs that David Gest is locally applying Diana Ross to his bruised areas. Well, at the Museum of TV & Radio's Tom Brokaw tribute last week, Dominick Dunne told me, "I hope it's true. It's beyond." Onstage, the evening's emcee, Conan O'Brien, was busy with his own harrowing agenda, saying, "A world without Brokaw is like Sam Donaldson without that thing on his head."
Finally, here are some other things Mel Gibson's father swears never happened: Lethal Weapon 4, Mel's hair plugs, the drama queen being thrown out of the window in Braveheart, Mel's gay remarks, The Patriot, and this column. Anyway, I could go all night.