#7. You know what would be cooler than Rocky climbing the steps at the Philadelphia Art Museum and raising his fists in triumph?
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Thursday, June 28, 2012
Film Review: ROCKY IV (1985, Sylvester Stallone)
#7. You know what would be cooler than Rocky climbing the steps at the Philadelphia Art Museum and raising his fists in triumph?
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Further Praise for SYMPHONY OF SHADOWS
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Flavorpill says: "[SYMPHONY OF SHADOWS] depicts two familiar worlds– the workplace and dreams– only this symphony in shadows is far more exhilarating and terrifying than the norm or even Freud... Klein's Sleeper and her pesky Shadows move gracefully through the realms of modern dance, burlesque, gymnastics, and Romantic-era ballet. The erotic dreams may be too much for the delicate heroine, but they are stunning stage pictures that are a genuine and refreshing reality."
The New York Theater Review says: "Rigorous and dangerous... I could fully relate to the experience of dreading sleep... the company of dancers, aerial acrobats, clowns, and contortionists take on many roles and costumes, each one more arresting than the last."
New York Nearsay says: "Dive deep into the Bowery for this sexy, macabre performance... don't miss this one!"
SYMPHONY OF SHADOWS runs for just one more weekend– more information is available here and tickets are available here.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Only now does it occur to me... THELMA AND LOUISE
THWACK
THWACKK
THWACCCCCKK!
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
RIP, Susan Tyrrell
She had a storied romance with Hervé Villechaize, performed for years a one-woman show entitled MY ROTTEN LIFE: A BITTER OPERETTA (which can be watched here), and was told by Tennessee Williams that "My favorite actors are fifty-percent male and fifty percent female. You, my dear, are neither." From dilapidated gin joints (FAT CITY) to the Middle Ages (FLESH + BLOOD), from teaming up with Clu Gulager (TAPEHEADS) to Michael Ironside (TALES FROM THE CRYPT), from playing a three-inch woman (BIG-TOP PEE-WEE) to a biker mama (CRY-BABY), from tendin' bar (ROCKULA) to reigning as Queen o'er the Sixth Dimension (FORBIDDEN ZONE), from Bukowski to BONANZA, she cut a swath of unmatched brilliance through cult and art and trash film alike!
Undaunted by cycles of misfortune (culminating perhaps in the amputation of her legs in 2000 as a result of a rare blood disease, thrombocythemia), she remained an outspoken, hard-drinkin', impudent, bawdy babe until the end– frequently spouting brilliant nuggets of crude wisdom on her Twitter account. Here are just a few of her exquisite ruminations:
"For all you shit chompers out there...Eat at your own risk! Bon appetite! Love, Susu"
"Thank you my little pubes! I kiss you all in your sacred place! KISH KISH! ShuShu"
"I would so love to suck my tits (all 3 of them!), but they're on the floor past my stumps. This vision is my gift to the world!"
"Fuck and Paint, Fuck and Paint, Fuck and Paint, go to an audition, then Paint and Fuck. Ah, the good life--and that's the bitchin' truth."
"Honey, you either have to let em' drag you through the shit or EAT SHIT LIKE A MAN SON!!!!!"
"I was raised to be a bitch by a bitch who was raised by a bitch and that's the bitchin' truth!"
Monday, June 18, 2012
The Village Voice on SYMPHONY OF SHADOWS
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"A lively and fantastical depiction of how we hide from our own issues, pushing them down in our daily lives until they have no other choice but to come after us in the night... one of Symphony's greatest strengths is its ability to depict a setting that's no so much unlike ours, yet one that's just cloudy enough to play with the performance's levels of reality... a charming commentary on the pressures we hide from every day in our world– and the ones we discover with our head on the pillow."
SYMPHONY OF SHADOWS runs for one more weekend– more information is available here and tickets are available here.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Only now does it occur to me... SNAKE EYES
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Only now does it occur to me... AGAINST THE WALL
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
More praise for SYMPHONY OF SHADOWS
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Backstage says: "The world that the dancers craft is visually sumptuous. Klein's staging fills the theater from floor to ceiling, and each of the fantasy sequences allows a different dancer to perform a virtuosic set piece in one of many worlds sensuously imagined..."
Courtesan Macabre says: "The production is an extravaganza of ballet, aerialists, musicians, surreal costumes, acrobats, burlesque and dancers telling a dark, but beautiful story...The eerie violin concerto is a sensuous score to this seamless, elaborate production. Creator Rachel Klein started with a concept of the horrors of sleep paralysis. She worked with co-story writer Sean Gill on how to portray the different nightmares... If you are in NYC the next few weeks, definitely make the time to enjoy this show!"
Black Book Magazine says: "Every so often these "I've seen it all” eyes see something that flabbergasts me...so mark this on your calendar, get a babysitter, empty the cookie jar, and if necessary kick the reluctant lover to the curb and attend the world premiere!"
SYMPHONY OF SHADOWS runs for two more weekends– more information is available here and tickets are available here.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Praise for SYMPHONY OF SHADOWS
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Call Me Adam says: "A show that will stay with me for years to come! One of the best performance pieces I have seen...The extremely talented cast of performers engulfed the audience with their artistry."
Theater for Nerds says: "Eye-catching and exciting, with a very wide range of performance styles... spider women will swing over the stage, ballerinas dance en pointe, and busty burlesque queens strut in skimpy outfits... the cast (A whopping 25 of ‘em) is quite talented and athletic."
SYMPHONY OF SHADOWS runs for two more weekends– more information is available here and tickets are available here.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Only now does it occur to me... DR. NO
It's the scene in the film where Bond dines with the mastermind-antagonist at his underwater nuclear installation and they test their intellects against one another, invariably setting up the final act. At Bond's suggestion, the Bond-girl of the moment, Ursula Andress, is removed so they can have a proper tête-á-tête.
Dr. No himself remarks, rather cavalierly I might add, that "I'm sure the guards will amuse her," insinuating gang rape. Bond leaps into action– it's time for ass-kicking and escape!
He grabs a bottle of champagne and is about to rain holy hell upon the henchmen when Dr. No reminds Bond what's at stake:
"It's a Dom Perignon '55 . It'd be a pity to break it."
At which point, Bond, realizing that it'd be a crime to waste booze of such pedigree, calmly places it back inside its ice bucket, careful not to bruise the exquisite hooch.
Bond then sits back down and says, lamely:
"I prefer the '53 myself." Ah, what a shallow attempt to save face, Mr. Bond! If the '53 is sooo superior, why didn't you bust some heads with that piddling '55? In my opinion, Bond would have treated any alcohol with greater consideration than human life, even if the alcohol in question were... Thunderbird. (Which begs the question of how much more excellent THUNDERBALL would have been had it been entitled THUNDERBIRD.)
But let's go back with a magnifying glass to the very moment when he decides to choose somebody else's booze over his gal-pal of the moment.
Look at that. It's not a particularly difficult decision for him, but he's still a little rankled, because he has to admit the fact in front of God and Dr. No and everybody. Even the henchman is going– 'Holy shit, seriously?!'
Good 'ole James Bond. How about a toast: here's to keepin' it klassy... on Krab Key.