My mother, a septuagenarian, makes quarterly trips with other septuagenarians down to the TKTS booth and sees whatever they can all get tickets for. In spite of her having a gay son with his pulse on the very fingers of this business we call show, she isn't particularly plugged into the news of what's hot and what's not. I usually only hear about these trips of hers after she returns from them. Occasionally I have put out APBs along the lines of "Don't go to Urban Cowboy. DON'T see Dance of the Vampires!!" But usually she is on her own.
She never really knows anything about the shows going in. She and my aunt were quite put off by the raunchiness of "Cabaret." "It was too much," she said. "Really? It's just like my sex life," I replied in my mind.
Last week she mentioned she had been on one of her sojourns. "What did you see?" I asked. "Chicago," she replied. "A few of the gals had seen the movie and said they liked it better."
"What did you think of Melanie Griffith?" I asked.
"Oh," she said, "she didn't do very much."
"Apparently they cut down a LOT of the choreography for her character," I explained.
"The OTHER woman was very good. Very talented. She could dance!" Mom said. When I asked her what she thought of Melanie, obviously influenced by what I told her of the reduced choreography: "She was adequate for what they allowed her to do."
Now, there's a pull quote for L.A.!
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