Friday, February 27, 2009
The leads had no tangible chemistry, and the only acting that really popped onstage was lead Matt Cavenaugh's buttocks.
In addition, the clothes sucked. Some of the male actors wore Converse sneakers and flare jeans. Yet the girls wore period costume: short dresses and kitten heels on most. So what time period is it? And like in real life, the Puerto Ricans dressed the best but even then nothing felt authentic.
Even the actress playing Chita's role lacked oomph. Isn't it sad when an actor's hair is bigger than her talent? You're better off staying home with the DVD version.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Dark Victory, 1939
Starring Bette Davis
Costumes by Orry-Kelly
Directed by Edmund Goulding
What's better than a hard-partying, glamorous socialite? Why, a hard-partying glamorous socialite who's just learned she's about to die and decides to go on a giant bender, of course. The incomparable Bette Davis is that socialite, Judith Traherne, all brass and tits, furs and gowns, booze and horse-riding.
And she's from Long Island! How times have changed, right? She develops a series of headaches and vague symptoms of vertigo, which she writes off as plain hangovers. We've all been there, girl. Turns out, though, she's actually dying from some random neurological disease that requires the brilliant surgical mind of a brilliant and hot young surgeon, played by George Brent. The surgery, though ridding her of her dizzy spells and double-vision (and leaving her with a bald spot, which she chicly covers with a series of little yarmulke-esque hats, see below) is unsuccessful and she's going to die anyway.
So, naturally, her best friend and the hot, young surgeon lie to her about everything. But here's the real kicker: she won't feel sick or different in any conceivable way until literally a few hours before she dies. Once she finally learns that she is going to die, however, Judy let's the dogs out and drinks the entire northeast coast under the table, before realizing that she wants to die with dignity and in a well-lit position that favors her cheekbones.
Oh, and there's little Ronnie Regan. Who was surprisingly, sort of a fox. How times have changed, indeed.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
But beneath the glitz and the glamour and the three pounds of make-up -- and we're cuing the sappy music -- there's a heart. Monday's Drag Race was the weepiest show we've seen since, well, Sunday's Oscars. After winning the Viva Glam challenge, wherein each queen had to shoot her own VG spot (that sounds dirty...I'll take it), Ongina broke down crying, her tiny hat and veil masking part of her face -- again with the music -- but not her soul. Turns out she's been living with the HIV for two years and hadn't even told her parents and winning this challenge gave her the courage to speak out. Touching, right? Next thing you know the water works are flowing -- judge Merle Ginsberg looked stunning with tears down those flawless cheeks -- except good ole Ru, who kept it composed and detached, yet warm and loving, cocking that bony head to the side in sympathy. Now this is good TV, kids.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
A long way from the neon, Alaïa-esque mini dress shot heard round the world, this collection is just as infectious, if a bit more wearable. Change it up, girl, we like to be kept guessing.
Kane cut his dresses for a conservative, potentially older audience; one a bit less nutty and colorful than last season. Sans gorilla, the looks were still dynamic: sexy overlays, nudes and sheer fabrics, black and cubism. So Kane is designing for a complicated lady, one interested in Prada sexiness and also plaided Grunge.
Nothing revolutionary here but the quality is rich. Also really feeling cozy sherling.The best way to encapsulate this collection is with a picture of the adorable Kane himself in an adorable outfit, bestill our Akimbo hearts: