The Tony Awards tonight, and I have seen nothing. It is worth reminding people that the live red carpet did not embrace Broadway folk until costume designer and head of the American Theater Wing William Ivey Long and Anna Wintour took a stand and the red carpet gained coverage. Previous they were just a poor relation to the Emmy's, Globes etc…. were just a miscellany folk of talented ragger muffins…..ha ha ha
Who would have thought that the film The Band's Visit would make a Broadway musical! If you had pitched Carousel to a film producer (well, thereby hangs a tale…) what a preposterous, downbeat idea! Yet how how real that has proved over the decades ….
My Fair Lady seems in a way so misogynous….yet isn't there such a present reality now now now and then in New York?! In a very unusual frightening way….My Fair Lady the horror musical.
Now the cookbook franchise....(what we could have achieved Martian Bourdain...;);(
There will always be the sublimity of beauty and the beast.
May…..almost Julybe
The goat was on the red carpet to eat the poison ivy…what…hello? like that could be….oh yes……
With all due respects Mr. De Niro it’s the Tony Awards not the fffing Oscars! You wondered if I was a bit of a ‘looney’ at one time. I remember. I can prove it whats more Tribeca. I doubt that comment will even dent the box office if ever I get back an ego to make THE movie.
Sir: …..get real: u r just an actor. Robert Redford leaves u in the dust, quite frankly. Again, with no disrespect, but were you ever an elected public representative for almost a quarter century?! Again, I don’t wish to be disrespectful just, honest.
Make some more movies Mr. De Niro. Everyone should see Everybody’s Fine. Of course they never are nor will ever be.
Another Andrew sad movie The Star Maker (Giuseppe Tornatore)- a man who could have flown the heights of Cinecittà but settled for lies.
I wish Mr De Niro had said something of what makes the stage unique. Film isn’t ever really poetry it is dance. And the stage isn’t ever really dance it is poetry. It is the recognition of realities in a theater of strangers. Philosopher Louis Althusser wrote a pellucid essay on this.
