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All I've kept is the Caligula t-shirt, which sparks questions from puzzled strangers just about everywhere I go.

Not with Euan Morton. The demo had four songs (which were available online.) I've also heard the full demo, but it's not available to the public. Recorded before Euan, it's rather unimpressive.

A bit too precious for my taste. Pleasant music though.

This turgid fiasco cost me a date. During the first act, I nuzzled up to the personable single hottie sitting next to me. I feverishly searched for him during intermission, but he'd already fled.

Simply putrid. I recently saw at least five NYMF shows which deserved an off-broadway run. Who financed this uninvolving, badly staged, 'all songs sound alike' dull mess? And who decided that mild-mannered Hunter Foster could project the angst to portray Victor Frankenstein? Special thanks to the production member who vigorously clapped and awoke me out of my curtain-call stupor. **Dear Christiane Noll--i'll follow you anywhere. Yes, you've tested my patience but my adoration remains unwaveri...

Michael Bennett won't admit the truth--he was a waiter at Uncle Vanya's and the noise ruined his tips.

Can someone explain why Jerry Mitchell was walking around my neighborhood this week? Shouldn't he be in SF?

Paul Rudnick's work is a punchline looking for a story. He doesn't disappoint, with this lightweight attempt at a serious subject. There's lots of 'humor', and Jackie Hoffman overstays her welcome way before intermission. George Grizzard is touching, and Christine Baranski is...well Christine Baranski. Nothing seems real here, because everything's a set up for a joke. Gay Marriage deserves a better theatrical ambassador than this. Unfortunately, Terrence McNally's Some Men (at the Philadelphi...

The Paper Mill production was far from stellar. It reeked of penny-pinching. NO CAR? The whole story revolves around an event that occurs in a car, which we had to imagine. Rachel was fine, as always. Now The Paper Mills 'The Baker's Wife'--THAT was stellar.

The street entrance is now lit bright green, like God blew his nose all over Kristin Chenoweth and her apple. Not looking forward to walking by that over the next few months.

It feels like forever. That's all you need to know.

So it's true. I heard Margo was last seen boozily walking down Old Compton Street questioning (to no one in particular)--'Where are the stalls'? Did she mean toilets or theatre seats?

It's also amusing when someone new posts that 75% of today's audiences wouldn't recognize the names Bernadette Peters, Chita Rivera and Kristin Chenoweth. All three have performed in various mediums for years--TV, stage, screen.

On holiday in Chicago recently a friend pointed out 'Schwimmer's Theater'--a beautiful, old structure near Magnificent Mile. We walked by in reverence (rich actor remains connected to the theater blah, blah, blah.) However, after suffering through one act (oh glorious intermission) of Schwimmer cardboard acting, I want to return and kick the building.

Then the Tony's become even more marginalized like the once regal Miss America Pagaent (only half serious), now relegated to CMT (a country cable network.) It's easy to criticize since neither our money or livelihoods are at stake. However, a solution is still unclear (maybe there is none.) Paris Hilton as host! Not so crazy, didn't they name the Hilton Theater after her?

Angela is also IN her 80's. Not exactly a way to get kids to watch--who's granny up there hosting? Old queens like us will watch no matter who hosts--where's Julia Roberts?

JCM's movie has been 'in production' for years-guess it's finally finished.

John Cameron Mitchell?

Saw two well-acted shows last week-- Love Song-Steppenwolf Dealers Choice-Shattered Globe Theatre Dealers Choice was 1/2 price if you pick up the tickets at Hottix (several locations around town)

Maxwell's gym-taut bod apparantly hypnotized you. When he broke down in the second act, half the audience (myself included)practically burst into guffaws . There's gratuitous full-body nudity. Unfortunately, it wasn't him.