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I would die for you, dear readeror at least inconvenience myself a little. Just last week, I went all the way to Atlantic City to see MADONNA on a cross. But I guess it wasn't that much of a sacrificemine, that is. At least I could catch Maddy without all those clichéd queens who'd lined up to see her in New Yorkand besides, I wasn't invited to see the show in New York. And I adore Atlantic City's rebounding energy and hot contradictionslike Vuitton stores and go-karts, high rollers and low comedy, and birds picking at your crumbs as you eat fried chicken.
Madonna? She was fine, though Boardwalk Hall was hotter than BRANDON ROUTH because the little diva had supposedly decreed that air-conditioning would mess with her voicejust like that other soul legend, ARETHA FRANKLIN. "Take off your shirt," a publicist suggested, but I sagely replied, "Oh, no. There's only one old person who'll be stripping tonight, and that's Madonna!"
But amazingly, the lady stayed dressedexcept for her chicken legswhile serving up a slick and artsy-fartsy mix of narcissism and preachiness. Looking like ANN COULTER with better clothes, she entered, Glinda-like, via a descending glitter ball and proceeded to mix her two favorite metaphorsstraddling a stripper's pole with a saddle attachedwhile five video screens and throngs of athletic dancers soaked up whatever was left of your attention span.
When she landed on the crucifix for "Live to Tell," it wasn't shocking at alljust silly, especially since she was wearing a sort of executive-secretary outfit and my friend was yelling, "Jewish people don't do this! This imagery means nothing to us!" But Maddy shrewdly defused any objections by backing the number with hard-to-argue-with slides about African children orphaned by AIDS. (For my next show, I plan to rip up the Koran while talking about the dangers of cholesterol.) Her other themes ranged from dictators-are-bad to gays-are-good, but the high-minded approach and shall we say layered vocals left the audiencewhich looked not dissimilar to WAYNE NEWTON's, by the wayfeeling quite pleased with itself.
Toward the end, Madonna said ta-ta to pretensions and lightened up for a "La Isla Bonita" number that was like a commercial for a Carnival cruise stocked with Hawaiian Punch and a '70s-style medley that seemed like the afterbirth of those coke-fueled disco movies. She never spoke except to repeatedly screech, "I'm working my ass off up here. I want to see standing and screaming!" But that's why we love the womanshe has no desire to even fake warmth. She's not a complete fraud like MICHAEL JACKSON. She really gives at the orifice.
The city of brotherly felching
After recovering from all the buffets and aspirations, I journeyed to the Philadelphia Gay Film Festival to work my ass off up there and moderate a panel discussion about More Dangerous: The Making of Michael Lucas' Dangerous Liaisons. See, I made a fully clothed (even my legs) cameo in Lucas's Dangerous Liaisonsthe Gone With the Wind of gay pornso naturally I seized the chance to rewreck my career and turn up in the "making of" feature too. And I did this all for you (and the gift bag and the opportunity to storm Philly with fellow Lucas-ites RUPAUL and BRUCE VILANCH, my two favorite lavender Hollywood Squares).
Onstage, Ru talked about the wonderful puckering butts and flatulence on a Lucas set (they need to add some Oscar categories). In another highlight, when Vilanch was asked, "Is the beard coming back?" I flatulently quipped, "Who, KATIE HOLMES?" That prompted Vilanch to swear that the Cruises are currently filming Mission Impossible: But We're Getting Away With It So Far. (He also feels that ANNA NICOLE SMITH should have starred in Dead Man's Chest. Me too, though her chest is still bigger than that dead guy's.)
In more private moments, Lucas told me he got a close-up shot of Madonna's "sweaty pussy" in concert (I guess her clothes reveal more than I thought) and he also regaled me with tales of his hustler days and one particularly spunky customer with feet but no legs. (But hey, he had a valid credit card.) Limping over to Vilanchwho's played Edna in HairsprayI asked him if JOHN TRAVOLTA has a leg to stand on in the movie version. "Well, he's not right for it," he said, "but they wanted a movie star. Brando's deadthat would be my choice. But you can't have a bigger disaster than Battlefield Earth, so this makes sense for Travolta. If Hairspray doesn't work, it's something he tried, and if it does work, he'll be De Niro." Yeah, DRENA DE NIRO!
Another non Masterpiece Theatre entry in the festival, Another Gay Movie, is the gleefully gross teen-flick spoof in whichtop this, History BoysGRAHAM NORTONis a professor who shoots "Belgian chocolate" out of his butt as his prize pupil lies under a glass table. Yet one more Oscar category needed. At a New York party at Element, writer-director TODD STEPHENS assured me that plot device "didn't come from personal experience, just my sick mind." And Norton's game behind. Delightful Fat Pig star ASHLIE ATKINSONwho plays a rambunctious dykelaughingly told me, "At the script reading, they'd read all this outrageous stuff and I forgot we'd actually have to do these things. I thought someone would just read them or maybe WILFORD BRIMLEYwould do a voiceover." I can hear it now: "Quaker Oatsnow made with Belgian chocolate!"