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I saw Andrew Lloyd Webber’s THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA years ago from the nosebleed section. I couldn’t even see the phantom’s face when he was unmasked. This time, upward mobility sent me downward. My seats were so good that the chandelier almost swooped down on me. Continue reading
My friend, Dana, sent me this article that gives the strategies of the sociopath, how he lures the empathic person, and how to protect yourself. Interesting. Hope none of you need this, but pass it on to anyone who does. It will make for a happier New Year.
You all know that I go to lots of musicals. The songs in FROZEN top most of what I’ve heard this year on Broaday. At times, FROZEN it’s operatic, the movements balletic. Every ic except for icky. And what a plot twist! Take a kid or go solo. This is a 3-D movie that deserves a big screen.
Yes, that’s a human brain she’s holding!
My parents bought a cake that said “Happy Birthday Topsy” and sang Happy Birthday to our family dog. A few months later, on my fifteenth birthday, there was nothing. I was the third daughter and by that time, both my parents were working six days a week in my father’s grocery store. When it came to my Sweet 16, my mother, probably feeling guilty, booked a restaurant for the event, The Spice of Life, in the five towns, a big status-step up from Far Rockaway where we lived. My big sisters had had their Sweet 16′s in our finished basement, so that was another step. Actually, I knew it was because my mother was too busy and exhausted to throw the party herself, but I was gifted at inventing my own reasons.
On Friday, November 23rd, the announcement came over the Far Rockaway High loud speaker that President Kennedy had been shot. By the time school was out, we knew he was dead. Our beloved president who asked us not what our country could do for us, but what we could do for our country, was dead.
The next day, my Sweet 16 luncheon was still held. To keep the guest list low, only girls were invited. Grim-faced, we sat there with bows stuck into our beehive hairdos. We didn’t speak of what happened. We just felt it. We couldn’t eat. Even in the height of my adolescent narcissism, I only thought of the drive in Dallas that had begun with beaming smiles and waves, the shots, Jackie in her pink suit and pillbox hat, blood-spattered. I was glad my girlfriends were with me. It was like a minyan, a quorum of ten (usually men) needed for religious services in a temple, but here we were in The Spice of Life, mourning the president we all loved.
Farce-lovers, MURDER FOR TWO will have you yucking it up at the zany antics of the two gifted actors–Brett Ryback and Jeff Blumenkrantz. Ryback plays Officer Moscowicz, a small-town cop trying to solve the mystery of who shot the famous local author, Arthur Whitney, as he arrives at his own surprise party. The motive is obvious. Whitney wrote all their secrets in his novels that were passed to him by a pre-HIPA psychiatrist. Blumenkrantz, a dead ringer for an Edward Gorey character, morphs into so many characters that I lost count.
Let’s see. Blumenkrantz plays the dead author’s wife, a dotty Southern belle who was shoved out of the spotlight as a ballerina by her husband, a niece who is doing a doctorate in crime and has a yen for Moscowicz, the gruff psychiatrist, a sexpot. Oh, yes, and by re-positioning a baseball cap on his head and walking on his knees, he plays three members of a chorus of pre-pubescent boys.
Wait until you see the actors play the piano while knocking each other off the bench, playing piano solo, together, sometimes with an elbow or foot, and hear them singing the campy songs. (Book and music by Joe Kinosian; lyrics by Keller Blair.)
Produced by Jayson Raitt, Barbara Whitman, Steven Chaikelson, and Second Stage Theater, and directed by Scott Schwartz, runs 90 minutes.
Tickets may be purchased at Telecharge.com (212-239-6200 and at the New World Stages box office at 340 W. 50th St. between 8th and 9th.)
I’m always doing research for my writing and looking for men’s old hair tonic, I came across this ad for Vitalis. Hey, hey, hey.