home homenewsgallerymusicbiostorecontact


Weblog Archives
  • April 2010
  • February 2010
  • January 2010
  • December 2009
  • November 2009
  • October 2009
  • September 2009
  • August 2009
  • July 2009
  • June 2009
  • May 2009
  • April 2009
  • March 2009
  • February 2009
  • January 2009
  • December 2008
  • November 2008
  • October 2008
  • September 2008
  • August 2008
  • July 2008
  • June 2008
  • May 2008
  • April 2008
  • March 2008
  • February 2008
  • January 2008
  • December 2007
  • November 2007
  • July 2007
  • June 2007
  • May 2007
  • March 2007
  • January 2007
  • December 2006
  • November 2006
  • October 2006
  • September 2006
  • August 2006
  • July 2006
  • June 2006
  • May 2006
  • April 2006
  • March 2006
  • February 2006
  • January 2006
  • December 2005
  • November 2005
  • October 2005
  • September 2005
  • August 2005
  • July 2005
  • June 2005
  • May 2005
  • April 2005
  • March 2005
  • February 2005
  • January 2005
  • December 2004
  • November 2004
  • October 2004
  • September 2004
  • August 2004
  • July 2004
  • June 2004
  • May 2004
  • April 2004
  • March 2004
  • February 2004
  • January 2004
  • December 2003
  • November 2003
  • October 2003
  • September 2003
  • August 2003
  • July 2003
  • June 2003
  • May 2003
  • April 2003
  • March 2003
  • February 2003
  • January 2003
  • December 2002
  • November 2002
  • October 2002
  • September 2002
  • August 2002
  • July 2002
  • June 2002
  • May 2002
  • April 2002
  • March 2002
  • February 2002
  • January 2002
  • December 2001
  • November 2001
     
Friday, January 20, 2006

HOLLYHOOD

last night, MR. ROURKE took me to see the funniest, smartest play on broadway. i embarrassed myself by laughing so hard. it has all the elements that pique my particular interests (the truth about hollywood, a spot-on, witty script and full frontal nudity by "darlene's boyfriend on roseanne"). it's unfair to describe it as "the brokeback of broadway", but you kinda get the idea.

this morning, i woke up and it was still ringing loudly in my consciousness, especially the performance of JULIE WHITE. oh dear GOD, that woman tore up the scenery. i just finished reading a fantastic book called I,FATTY, the fictionalized autobiography of ROSCOE "FATTY" ARBUCKLE by JERRY STAHL. it, too, uncovers the underbelly of show business in a similar way the DOUGLAS CARTER BEANE play does, so i felt like i was watching a companion piece to the book.

.

Posted by Ru on Friday, January 20, 2006 at Friday, January 20, 2006 | Permalink



2009 RuCo, Inc.—All Rights Reserved

     

Appearances