Neil Patrick Harris' digs at Jeremy Piven in the middle and later the Golden Globes during the closing credits of the ceremony last night were easily my favorite moments of the evening:
Shrek: The Musical looks utterly dreadful, despite its amazing cast (Sutton Foster, Chris Sieber, Brian D'Arcy James). The stagehand overheard saying "I'm going, I'm going, I'm going" while running a mic out to the singer of "Sit Down, You're Rockin' the Boat" deserves a medal. That performance was nearly ruined by the 100th body mic glitch of the night. I don't like the "remixed" version of the number regardless.
I don't like wishing injury on anyone, but following their (lip-synced) performance, it's somewhat darkly poetic that a piece of scenery nearly decapitated Poison's Brett Michaels.
I'm glad Billy Elliott: The Musical composer Elton John shouted out Next To Normal (the most intriguing show based on performance). Alice Ripley's acceptance speech was a bit unhinged, but at least it woke me up.
I am sad to hear this morning that reasons to be pretty is closing June 14th. See it while you can, Newyorkers, and join the ongoing firestorm surrounding Jeff's reaction to seeing it. In his defense, oh quick to be offended, reverse the gender roles in what he says on his letter grading scale. Tell me that doesn't apply to the guys of the world for you, hetero women, and I'll call you a liar just as quickly. If anyone chooses to rebut Jeff's post without selectively misquoting and re-interpreting his piece as a declaration of men deserving women who lay at their feet, I'm willing to listen. Want to know why people are up in arms about what he wrote? It's more blunt than people are used to hearing things through their self-imposed barriers of delusion. Humanity is allergic to the truth. The way we think and act in the real world frightens the everloving shit out of us. Human beings are superficial, fickle, and impulsive mammals prone to self-interest above all else. We don't care about preservation of our species or objectivity when it comes to mates nearly as much as instant gratification and pleasure.