Friday, March 05, 2010
The Week in Review
It's been a pretty busy week.
On Tuesday we saw Nine at the Brew & View, which is this old theater where they show second-run movies and serve beer. Also where rats sometimes scurry across your path when you're headed to your seat, as it turns out. Nine was fairly enjoyable. It didn't make a lick of sense and I completely hated the main character, but the songs were decent and they actually kind of made Marion Cottilard look pretty. Meanwhile, Nicole Kidman looked haggard, Kate Hudson looked bloated, and Penelope Cruz looked like Amy Winehouse. Time to fire the lighting guy, I guess.
On Wednesday they showed the Reba where Barbara Jean gets the same haircut as Reba. If that's not a hate crime, I don't know what is. Of course, there were hilarious consequences.
Last night we saw Stephen Sondheim being interviewed at the Harris Theater downtown. The interviewer was completely fawning and seemed to fit about six topics into every single question, but SS was rather droll, even if he did keep it to exactly the contractually-mandated hour and a half. He had an amusing story or two about Ethel Merman that I've already forgotten and some really rather lovely things to say about Leonard Bernstein and Jerome Robbins. It was almost enough to make me forgive him for liking the movie version of Sweeney Todd.
Tonight I'm ready for bed. 32 is such a cute age.
It's been a pretty busy week.
On Tuesday we saw Nine at the Brew & View, which is this old theater where they show second-run movies and serve beer. Also where rats sometimes scurry across your path when you're headed to your seat, as it turns out. Nine was fairly enjoyable. It didn't make a lick of sense and I completely hated the main character, but the songs were decent and they actually kind of made Marion Cottilard look pretty. Meanwhile, Nicole Kidman looked haggard, Kate Hudson looked bloated, and Penelope Cruz looked like Amy Winehouse. Time to fire the lighting guy, I guess.
On Wednesday they showed the Reba where Barbara Jean gets the same haircut as Reba. If that's not a hate crime, I don't know what is. Of course, there were hilarious consequences.
Last night we saw Stephen Sondheim being interviewed at the Harris Theater downtown. The interviewer was completely fawning and seemed to fit about six topics into every single question, but SS was rather droll, even if he did keep it to exactly the contractually-mandated hour and a half. He had an amusing story or two about Ethel Merman that I've already forgotten and some really rather lovely things to say about Leonard Bernstein and Jerome Robbins. It was almost enough to make me forgive him for liking the movie version of Sweeney Todd.
Tonight I'm ready for bed. 32 is such a cute age.
