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I am too lazy to reword what I’ve already said. So I’ll let Twitter do what I can’t: Rant and rave in the short and the sweet. The extended screaming of some genuinely talented, some spoiled and overly dramatic people which was the Tony awards. Sponsored in part by Folgers Coffee. Folgers Coffee? If you are watching a Folgers commercial doesn’t that mean you are up way past your manditory bedtime at the senior center?
Beginning with
Billy Elliot on Broadway? Let’s pair him versus The Lord of the Dance Micheal Flatley & see who gets their ass kicked.
The death of Rock and Roll.
What the fuck is this crap on my television? Rock of Ages? I didn’t think (80’s) hair band rock could be dumbed down any further. Christ this hurts
Bret Micheal got knocked down during the Tony openers. You will hear about it for the next 6 months. He didn’t get killed so I’m not interested
Ah. Now Gandolfini will kill Bret Micheals on live television…
Rock of Ages. I almost prefer the church hymn to songs of my youth recycled through someones lower intestine.
Re: Hair - The Broadway revival
Fucking Hippies.
I believe I can smell them through the television
(Singing) Fuck. Old hippies. That’s why your kids tell you to shut the fuck up
OK. Not really the death of Rock & Roll. Rather the exhumation of parts best left buried. Most of those bands were honestly very terrible or short lived. I do love Journey in an un-ironic way, though.
Wanna see good media about a flash-in-the-pan trend, watch any of the 70s disco movies (“Thank God It’s Friday” or “Car Wash”. Although Car Wash would probably make an awesome Broadway show). The chronological pop culture equivalent to 80’s hair bands is the “Porky’s” movies. Though I don’t want to give anyone anymore Broadway ideas.
A revival of “Hair” is last masturbatory gasp of the failed Boomer generation before their last Viagra causes that inevitable final heart attack, rendering them completely impotent. Note to the past about Free Love and “Hair”: That’s why 90% of porn stars now shave themselves bald.
Some praise
Dolly Parton is a saint. A giant boobed saint. What was I saying? Oh yeah. A saint
It’s Dr Dougie Horrible (Neal Patrick Harris). Another f’in saint.
Less praiseworthy
Tim Meadows is in Shrek? Should have never left SNL. Oh. AND WHY IS SHREK A BROADWAY PLAY?
The girl from Spaced got beat out by Angela Lansbury? C’mon. At least she’ll be on hand to solve the Bret Micheal murder.
If your going to have Uncle Jesse & Bret Micheals on Broadway, why not have “Full House” as a crappy play?
Austen Powers:The Musical! The zany energy of Austin Powers & the awesome grrl “power” of Jane Austen.& it’s British so it’s classy! Get it?
How do overly dramatic people handle other overly dramatic people?They seem to have an average life span.Not dramatically enough evidently.
“I love legitimate theater!”
How could I have forgotten this Simpson episode? Sort of sums things up nicely.
Does it bother no one that reruns are replacing new content? I love escapism and I love nostalgia. But I’d rather be pulled out of myself to a different world. Or at least a new take on a familiar theme. Not more deeply ensconced in my own fantasies. “Wicked” versus “Wizard of Oz”. Battlestar Galactica 1978 versus Battlestar Galactica 2003. ”Redbelt” by David Mamet and less “Glengarry Glen Ross” or “Speed the Plow” though it looks well done.
As of this blog entry Bret Michaels is still alive and being mistaken for a rock star. And a Broadway star.