By Jared Chausow
By Katie Toth
By Elizabeth Flock
By Albert Samaha
By Anna Merlan
By Jon Campbell
By Jon Campbell
By Albert Samaha
At a Four Seasons luncheon for the film, I smirkily told Bardem that I felt his character was actually sympathetic. "I think he's nice," he said, playing along, "but I don't know if I'd have dinner with him." (I wouldif he promised not to choke me till after dessert.) Did Bardem draw on any mythic characters for his portrayal? "I wanted to pay attention to Robert Mitchum in The Night of the Hunter," he said, "but I ended up not doing that because I didn't want to copy it." He didn't need to. With those eerie bangs and that creepy coin-flipping routine, Javier's even scarier than Shelley Winters!
The Savages is a dark and penetrating trip to dysfunction land, but it's a bouncy soufflé compared to the Tribeca Cinema Series panel discussion that the cast had after a special screening last week. There was all the usual talk about the work process, but also a stunning revelation when Philip Boscothe superb actor who plays the dad suffering from dementiasaid that among his seven real-life kids are twin alcoholics. "Jennifer joined AA," Bosco explained, "but Chris had a more difficult time." Once, said the actor, Chris was so high and unresponsive that Bosco became violent with frustration. "I hit him across the face with a book," Bosco admitted. "He didn't budge. I started to pick him up and was going to physically harm him, but instead I called the police and explained what was happening." I guess they know how to throw the book at someone. (Update: Chris is "marvelous" now.)
Dangerous work is headed to Broadway too, like David Mamet's comedy November, which had a meet-and-greet with the cast (if not the stagehands) last week before the strike was resolved. At the event, the freakin' iconic author told me that his play isn't ripped out of the headlines. "It anticipates the headlines," he said. "It deals with gay marriage and torture. . . " ("Same difference," I cracked, but he ignored me) ". . . and executive fiat and extraordinary rendition and pardons and corruption. Something for the whole family!"
Speaking of corruption, was the recent Broadway play Mauritius a welcome homage to Mamet or a complete rip-off? "What?" Mamet replied, apparently having never Googled himself. "You know, the play about effin' postage stamps," I explained. "I haven't seen it," he insisted with a stone face. I was nice enough not to tell him that November's Dylan Baker starred in it.
A few dark inches away, the wonderful Laurie Metcalf told me that she plays a lesbian speechwriter who Nathan Lane's presidential character relies on for his comeback. "In return," Metcalf said, "she wants to be able to marry her partner. No, I may have given away too much. Just say she wants something in return." Um, yeah, OK, buton safer groundis Metcalf happy to be on the stage again? "Yes!" she exclaimed. "Theater is the only worthwhile acting there is!" Huh? So all that TV didn't count? "Wait, that doesn't sound right," she said, laughingly adding, "Erase that!" The woman's a natural for the White House.
By the way, November's promo image bravely has Lane looking squarely at a turkeybut I'm assured its true meaning becomes clear once you see the show.
A high-minded dud, The Farnsworth Inventiona/k/a Amadeus with cathode tubesis weighted down by narration like "Harlan had bumped into the image dissector while he was working on the triangle."
I worked on the Trinitythose charming promoters I've nicknamed Drewpsie Misdemeanor Elliott, Cock-a-tail Dundee, and Aimee Semple McFagHagwhen they hosted a Mr. Black reunion bash last Friday at the Pussycat Lounge, which is near Ground Zero and, more significantly, right next to Thunder Lingerie. Hundreds of gays packed into the strip joint for an unexpected mix of male cruising and female oozing. Josh Wood's weekly gay event the same night at the Chelsea Hotel's Starlounge is like a better-groomed version of the old Mr. Black. But it's even darker than a Coen brothers movie: You have to light matches in everyone's face and explain that away with weird excuses. ("Sorry. Somebody farted.")
At Beige, Randy Jones, the original Village People cowboy, was remembering Rick and Kathy Hilton's family-style behavior back in Studio 54's downstairs celebrity rec room. One night, Jones swore, the Hiltons spotted a bump on the floor and proceeded to jump on it in tandem and crush it right there, then gorgeously suck it up with their nostrils, all without getting up. Judges?