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The upcoming Stepford Wives remake has already been robotically deconstructed by the press, but I'm still as wound up as a mechanical housewife in my burning urge to see it, praying it'll be mesmerizingly offbeat, not just downright bizarre. The cast alone is a Who's Who of wait a minute, but in a potentially appealing, Oscar-winner-meet-country-star-on-the-way-to-Hollywood Squares sort of way.
Well, my on-the-set moles have finally stepped forward to categorize the wildly diverse thesps' behavior during production. It seems that the always Stepford-y NICOLE KIDMAN was not horrible (though she wasn't too chatty, seeing as she was in her "acting zone"); FAITH HILL was a total lovebug (and even brought that hunky hubby around); GLENN CLOSE made faces and was kinda fun; MATTHEW BRODERICK was rather remote (in fact, he exhibited "the personality of a rock"maybe sensing Nicole didn't want him there); CHRISTOPHER WALKEN was not happy (well, Gigli had just come out); and director FRANK OZ was such a doll that people feared he was a cyborg.
And BETTE MIDLER? She was the queen of kvetching and annoyed some observers, but in a way a lot of us can easily appreciate. When one scene's filming dragged on too long for her, Bette reportedly approached co-star ROGER BART and moaned, "What the fuck are we still doing here?" "Collecting a paycheck, maybe," the actor dryly responded. Another time, my sources say, Bette became fed up with being surrounded by so many tall, too-thin beauties. "I'd rather look like SHELLEY WINTERS than one of these anorexic freakshows," she squawked. One of the gals heard that and, amazingly enough, started cryingbut I'm totally with Bette. Put some poundage on, people! (And FYI, crying doesn't lead to weight loss, OK?)
The new batch of stage revivals probably wouldn't thrill Bette either; they're ultra-slick and hot-looking, but so thin they're practically starving. Twentieth Century is a breakneck screwball comedy about theatrical blowhards in love, enhanced by a lot of jokes about a crucifixion "passion play" (think MEL GIBSON, but even more outrageous) and a male role played by a woman (but not the same male role played by a woman in the '70s musical version). Act One is leaden. Act Two moves.
The same goes for Johnny Guitar, a smirky version of the old noir western in which two butch babes battle it out amid the cacti. At intermission, a man cornered me and aptly said "Tedious," but then the stage antics picked up, cementing this crazy new trend where it's almost worth staying for Act Two! (But next time, people, please leave the camp to drag queensor Bette Midler.)
I know bupkus from dance, and usually don't even want to see the second half, but I know from after-parties, so I went to the one at Provence for STEPHEN PETRONIO and asked him how he got LOU REED and LAURIE ANDERSON to collaborate with him. "I called them," the dancer-choreographer said, sensibly. Is The Island of Misfit Toys Petronio's Movin' Out? "I hope not!" he shrieked. "I hope it's our Movin' In. TWYLA's great, but I'd rather stick pins in my head than listen to that music!" He won't have to; at the bash, Petronio exchanged numbers with RUFUS WAINWRIGHT, launching a potential new kooky collaboration (and not for uptown girls).
MARIO CANTONE is collaborating with all sorts of people in Assassins, which the funnyman told me about at the party for designer SEBASTIAN PONS at Maurice Villency. The SONDHEIM revival is being done at Studio 54, the history of which isn't lost on Mario. "I'm feeling the ghosts of Halston and Capote and Warhol," he told me. "They're out there, saying 'Go, be brave! Play a straight role! Butch it up! You can do it!' " Mario isdoing it, but during tech rehearsals, he can't help breaking into Joan Crawford's "Two-Faced Woman" number from Torch Song (but at least not in blackface).
Wearing a persistent whitefaceI'm proud of that segueVanity Fair has always promoted white long after Labor Day. In fact, there are fewer African Americans on that publication's cover than in Fiddler on the Roof. Well, foxnews.com's ROGER FRIEDMAN and RON MWANGAGUHUNGA, who does the witty blog the Corsair, both plucked the words right out of my noggin when they recently addressed the shocking under-coverage of black celebrities in the mag (which, truth be told, I used to write for). And no, that lovely profile of MICHAEL JACKSON doesn't count.
Speaking of "Jesus blood"again, bravo to mejournalist TONY PHILLIPS is writing a Gay City News piece on the arts' appropriation of s/m imagery. That doesn't include how Bette Midler was made to wait on the Stepford Wives set, but naturally, The Passion of the Christ is part of the thesis, especially since a distributor told Phillips that the film's second biggest ticket presale groupafter the crucifixion-for-lunch bunchhas been the heavy-duty bondage crowd! And not just masochists! Phillips also points out that JIM CAVIEZEL is no stranger to whips and chains; his flogging in The Count of Monte Cristo made him the poster child for hot, demoralizing martyrdom way back in 2002a heavy cross to bear.