Monday, December 31, 2007

Prepare Ye

Just recently, Tori and I were lamenting the lack of a good musical to totally geek out with lately. We both have incredibly fond memories of seeing Jesus Christ Superstar, ...tick tick boom, and The Last Five Years over and over again, getting way too invested in the productions and the creative teams, and generally having fun getting all obsessive. I'm so ready for a show to completely, unhealthily fixate on again.

Which is why I was so excited to hear that Godspell is being revived! Godspell is such a weird show--it has some of the most rapturously gorgeous melodies of any pop musical, but man alive--it can be a cheesy mess. I LOVED the 2000 off-Broadway revival, but even that one, with its ridiculously talented cast (Chad Kimball, Leslie Kritzer, Shoshanna Bean, Barrett Foa, Capathia Jenkins, the dreamy Will Erat...) got a little overly jazz-handsy at times in its attempts to make the gospels groovy for the kids.

But you can't deny the beauty of that score, and the show can be fun at its best, so I'm hoping it can help reignite some of our dormant theatre-geek enthusiasm. Besides, since I tend to swoon over any actor who plays Judas in a musical (the weirdest and most niche-y of my predilections), I should at least come out of this with a new crush. :o)

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

A Handmade Christmas


My mom and I usually exchange at least a couple of gifts that we've made for each other, and this year was no exception. Here's what she made me:

A dragonfly necklace of amethyst and sterling silver. I adore dragonflies, and this is probably the 5th or 6th dragonfly piece my mom has made for me over the years. It's so simple and pretty, I'll be able to wear it with anything.

And on the completely other side of the fence is this crazy charm bracelet! My mom loves to make things like this for me because she knows that she can never go too over-the-top for my tastes, so it's loaded with everything from my name and initials to tiny masks and arms and legs and jacks and keys--you name it! This is probably my favorite piece she's ever made me. :o)

(I've included lots of pics because it really needs to be seen from all angles)

Pounce Again!

So, it's the day after Christmas (always depressing) and a Project Runway-free Wednesday (always super depressing), so I decided to Pounce around for a bit to cheer myself up. I don't know why Pounce is so addictive, since it's really just a reformatting of the same information I could always get from Time Machine 2, but I can't stop playing with it.

Anyway, as I was "Pounce Again"ing, I finally pounced myself! Yay! :o)

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Attending the Tale of Sweeney Todd (spoilers abound!)

Last night Tori and I went to see Sweeney Todd at the Ziegfield, the biggest “movie-house”-type theater in NY. Tori believes, and I concur, that all musicals should be seen here, and to be sure, we were in our element. Even the trailer for Mamma Mia (which looks like awesomely cheesy fun) drew hoots and cheers from most of those around us.

As for the movie—I loved it. I don’t know how else to put it. I was completely, ecstatically riveted right from the gorgeously thundering opening sequence. I went in with some trepidation—Sondheim is my favorite composer (by a mile) and Sweeney is my favorite of all, so I *really* didn’t want to see a bad movie version. Also, I’m usually disappointed by filmed musicals—I think so much of the power of a great musical is dependent upon the collective energy of the performers and the audience. And I’m bored with watching famous actors try to sing scores that are beyond them, when I know how many lesser-known performers can both act AND sing beautifully.

That said, the singing in Sweeney isn’t great, but it worked for me anyway (with one major exception, which I’ll get to in a minute). Johnny Depp brought such intensity to his vocals that it was almost beside the point that they were a bit thin and harsh. The characters with the “pretty” songs (Johanna and Anthony) had voices to match, but were duller than dirt, making grateful for the grittier performances, warts and all.

Which brings me to Helena Bonham Carter…first off, she’s a weak singer. But worse was that, she was a *dull* singer—a wispy voice with no power behind it, totally ill-suited for Mrs. Lovett, the least wispy character I can imagine. She’s also far too young and beautiful. And yet, I think I liked her performance overall. A lot. She’s the first Lovett I’ve seen who seemed truly affected by Toby, and by having to sacrifice him for Todd—including Toby in her “By The Sea” fantasies was a lovely touch. I’ve never felt anything close to sympathy for her before, and it added a nice layer here.

Johnny Depp, however, was perfect in nearly every way. I loved his ability to shift so effortlessly from snarling rage to melancholy vulnerability, I loved the ferocity with which he tore into his songs, I loved his physicality as he prowled like a caged animal. My only quibble was his humorlessness, which ruined “A Little Priest” for me—at this point, I prefer to have Todd showing some manic glee in his planning. The way it was played here, with Todd dourly making jokes he didn’t even seem to be aware of, didn’t work for me at all.

I liked Alan Rickman’s Judge Turpin quite a bit—just the right combination of sicko-sadist and pathetic old man—but was distracted by Timothy Spall as Beadle Bamford. It was just too over-the-top and Igor-ish for me, and it didn’t meld with the rest of the movie.

But the real revelation was Sacha Baron Cohen as Senor Pirelli, a character I find incredibly tiresome onstage. Baron Cohen was amazing—hilarious when it was called for, and convincingly creepy and threatening when he switched gears. He also had a fine singing voice (at least, what could be found in his greatly abbreviated song).

I could go on and on, scene by scene, but I’ll spare you. I am just so thrilled and relieved that the combination of Sondheim and Tim Burton was as magical as I was almost afraid to hope it would be.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

The World's Scariest Karaoke

The other night Tori and I walked by Spotlight Live, the giant, shiny new(ish) karaoke place in Times Square, and the first thing we noticed was that the girls on stage were being projected Jumbo-Tron-style onto the side of the hotel across the street.

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I really, really, really want to go. I do like to pretend that I'm a giant signing star, and what better way to indugle that fantasy than to be supported by actual backup singers and dancers (both of which this place has). They're having an American Idol-style contest for the next couple of weeks, and some masochistic part of me wants to enter SO BAD.

I think I need to be talked down from the ledge.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

More Chistmas Shopping!

I'm out of control--here are few more gifts I've snagged--so far, everything's been from Etsy:

For my brother:


A clipper-ship tie from toybreaker. He always has a hard time getting ties that are long enough (he's 6'5"), but they were nice enough to make this in an extra-long length for me.

For my aunt:



She's obsessed with all things Food Network, so I thought she's appreciate this French salt pig from Blue Sky Pottery. It's meant to hold sea salt on your stovetop so that you can just reach in for a pinch when you need it.

For my mom again:


This pretty print from jellybeans called Mother Daughter, for obvious reasons. :o)

And for me, dammit:


I bought myself these Fetish hairpins from Tilly Bloom a couple of weeks ago, and I love them so much! I hardly ever take them off--in fact, I even took a self-portrait where I had them on! Everything in Tilly's shop is amazing, but for some reason, these fat little birds just kill me.

Christmas shopping!

Because of the move mentioned below, I haven't had alot of cash to spend on Etsy sprees lately, but I finally made some purchases that I'm so excited about!

For my mom:


Three goodies from Lollibomb: Body Butter in Warm Vanilla Bean and Almond Biscotti, and a Vanilla Sugar Scrub. I know she'll love these, since she went nuts for a sample size body butter that I recently got. Plus, they don't have palm oil, which is my mom's new thing (since harvesting for palm oil has decimated so much wildlife habitat), and finding things without it can be tough!


This gorgeous copper necklace with pressed maple seeds from tigerlillyshop.



And since she LOVES stilettoheights' work, I got her this box called She Was a Whisper of a Thing.

For Nessa the Chihuahua:


This adorable little Chihuahua pillow from bubbledog. Nessa's a bit of a princess, so she can always use another pillow. :o)

For my friend the Recently Converted Vegan:


This nifty vegan recipe zine from Kate Black. I need to get her something else, but I thought this would be a good start.

I still have lots more shopping to do--yay! :o)

Moving Woes



I hate moving! My mom and I are planning to get out of this NJ condo that she's had for nearly ten years and move to (most likely) Cape Cod. I think it will be wonderful and great and all, but my god, moving is a bitch.

On the agenda today: touch-up painting and patching all through the house, caulking the two bathrooms, and dealing with my mom's bedroom, which currently looks like London after the Blitz, since we tore down her wallpaper and exposed...walls that should not have been exposed.

Sigh.

Just a little whining as I wait for my brother to arrive to help me out....

Friday, December 14, 2007

Harold Pinter Makes Me Stupid



So last night Tori and I went to see The Homecoming on Broadway. I was super-excited about this, since it's been literally months since I've seen a show, and this looked to be a doozy--classic play by Pinter (to whom I've had zero exposure), dream cast (Ian McShane, Raul Esparza, my Imaginary British Boyfriend James Frain), fabulous director (Daniel Sullivan). I thought I'd be in heaven.

I was very wrong.

I'm not dumb, Tori's not dumb. We're both pretty well-read, we've seen far more theatre than the average person, and yet...we had no idea what the hell was going on. What starts out as a fairly naturalistic, if boring, family drama takes an absurd, surreal turn into something we just didn't get. When the show was over and I was still trying to determine if I'd actually just seen what I thought I'd seen, the women next to me started shouting "Brava" (seriously!). I have never felt like such a dolt in all my life. What on Earth were they so excited about?

I came home and Googled all night, reading essay after essay on why this play is such a grand masterpiece, and yet...I still couldn't really tell you what it was about. I'm stumped. I need to go see Legally Blonde so that I can start feeling like a smarty-pants again.

The moral of this story? If you see The Homecoming and immediately understand it, I don't want to hear about it.