Will & Grace Star's Affair With George Clooney

Chattering with Emmy winner Leslie Jordan, plus sounding off on Broadway.

Me: Pod A, cell 15?

Jordan: But I replaced him. I have two guys named Nathan: Nathan 1 and Nathan 2. Everyone has pets; I have straight boys. My next show should be The Proper Care and Feeding of Poodles.

Me: —The Musical!

Here comes Mr. Jordan!
Here comes Mr. Jordan!


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Michael's got his own blog!

Every Day a Little Death

To prove I'm not peripheral, let me grab center stage and discuss some other theatrical hoo-ha around town, as long as you promise none of it leaves this room. First off, the gunshot you heard in Times Square last week was Catherine Zeta-Jones when she learned that Sherie Rene Scott's Everyday Rapture was moving to Broadway. Insiders are figuring that Sheri is now the frontrunner for the Best Actress in a Musical Tony.

The awards-bound Red is a pitch-dark portrait of Mark Rothko that at first seems like one of those one-man impersonation shows studded with biographical info and pronouncements ("We crushed cubism!"), only with another character added so there's someone to vent at. Later on, when Rothko monstrously announces, "It's all about me," I wondered if he should actually be performing with Michael Feinstein. But the piece grows into a full-fledged battle of wills—more convincingly than the one between Tallulah Bankhead and her producer down the block—and Alfred Molina and Eddie Redmayne play it to the hilt till they're red in the face.

Painted in lighter hues, Lend Me a Tenor is a door-slamming mistaken-identity screwball comedy being done with flair, if also with some self-indulgent touches that underline the play's boniness. Still, from Jan Maxwell's "Shut uppa!" to Mary Catherine Garrison's piercing scream of recognition, joyful noises are definitely mixed into the uneven pot of hambone marinara.

Meanwhile, Lucie Arnaz has been the victim of some comical mistaken identity of her own. At her concert at Queens Theatre in the Park last week, the brassy daughter of Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz related how a woman once gushed to her, "I love your sister, Liza!" In her show, Lucie not only explained her actual bloodline, she also sang tributes to both parents, along with a batch of other love songs, all in a strong, crisp voice that announces, "Here's Lucie." The choicest moment—aside from when I recognized her drummer from my old Motown band—was Lucie admitting about dad, "One of the only things he wasn't good at was staying married to my mother." Still, he never had an affair with George Clooney!


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