Bonjour, kiddies. CLICK HERE and read my Thanksgiving week column giving praises to film star Isabelle Huppert, who swept into town to do a play, promote a movie, and act all Frenchy, in between talking to me about her life choices.
I aso journeyed to Harlem for a rousing production of Dreamgirls, the show that made us all desperate to be in a black girl group.
And I was on a panel discussion that tried to revive the Algonquin roundtable, an experience that made me realize I’m more Dorothy Kilgallen than Dorothy Parker.
I also include my final thoughts–ever–about the genital adventures of Levi Johnston and Adam Lambert.
Enjoy, and bon appetit.
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on November 25, 2009