As I watched them live, I could have properly liveblogged the Tonys, but there are about two people on my flist who won't breeze right on past this as it is, so I wasn't going to push it with multiple entries.
So, opening with a performance from a musical that's a dozen years old. Way to stay relevant, American Theatre Wing. Although sadly, to a lot of the people visiting New York, The Lion King still is the most relevant theatre. Not to knock Julie Taymor or even really the tourists who don't want to risk spending a chunk of change on something unfamiliar that could easily end up sucking, but it feels like Disney's owned half of Broadway for way too long now, and it's so very boring. The economics behind it are depressing.
I'm pretty sure Whoopi's first post-crab costume dress was the one Christian Siriano made for her. Would have been more fun if Chris March (you know, the Project Runway contestant you weren't utterly sick of by the season's halfway point, or was that just me?) had made her something covered in human hair instead.
You know which John Waters movie I want to see made into a musical next? Pink Flamingos. What rhymes with poo?
Oh, Passing Strange. I want to love you because you're trying to do something interesting...but, no. I wish they'd done another number, as I'd seen that one performed on TV before and wasn't really impressed then, either. And who thought getting the whiny dude from Counting Crows to introduce it would be a good idea? I'm thinking it was the Chen-bot, who was saved from being most irrelevant presenter of the night by his presence.
Blasphemy moment: Patty LuPone's hamminess drives me up a wall. You don't have to belt 100% of the time just because you can, lady.
You know who I don't get? Bobby Cannavale. Why all the acclaim?
Blasphemy moment the second: I loathe Grease in all its formats. Loathe. I am only one of two women I've ever met who didn't love it at some point in their lives. The righteous hatred (Sandy's transformation, grrrr) keeps me from feeling lonely in that.
My god, The Little Mermaid is as awful as reported. Of course, I hate that one too, so it would be hard to convince me otherwise anyway. Defriend at will! I hate all you hold dear!
Hey, it's Rufus Sewell! Him I like. I always think of you when I see him,
lycomingst. He needs more fans. And better movie roles.
Hey, it's Gina Torres! Pretty.
Have I just been watching too many early era Frasier reruns lately, or has David Hyde Pierce aged quite a lot over the last couple of years? But who cares, really? As he gets older, he only gets more charming.
Although I do have to admire a show in which "braggadocio" is somehow sensically rhymed with "Pinocchio," I've seen Rent enough, thanks, In The Heights. It's entertaining though, and surely the best non-revival musical performance of the night. Still, verdict: this year's set of orchestra seats will be to Equus for sure.
And speaking of which, Richard Griffiths is never not funny, and Daniel Radcliffe is never not adorkable. "As if by magic," LOL. Poor Dan, looking slightly embarrassed by the Potter reference in front of all those theater legends. You're in 'em too, Uncle Vernon!
Oh hai there, Spring Awakening. Looks like that cast has almost totally turned over since their win last year. Gorgeous show, though I can't imagine it's anything nearly as lovely without John Gallagher, Jr.
Loved how tickled Lily Tomlin was by the very existence of Xanadu. I expected everyone to be in rollerskates, though, Starlight Express style. Yeah, I paid money to see Starlight Express, shut up.
Anthony Rapp, also always adorkable, brings out a damn good majority of the original cast of Rent to say goodbye to the show, which is closing in a few months. I still recognize 'em all, from Gwen Stewart to Aiko Nakasone to Gilles Chaisson and it's really quite awesome to see people I saw on stage a ridiculous number of times together again and I might have teared up a little and just keep shutting up.
After that, Patti LuPone was shouting again and In The Heights won and then my TiVo needed to change channels to record something else, and really, it was kind of a relief, because that was a very long three hours.
So, opening with a performance from a musical that's a dozen years old. Way to stay relevant, American Theatre Wing. Although sadly, to a lot of the people visiting New York, The Lion King still is the most relevant theatre. Not to knock Julie Taymor or even really the tourists who don't want to risk spending a chunk of change on something unfamiliar that could easily end up sucking, but it feels like Disney's owned half of Broadway for way too long now, and it's so very boring. The economics behind it are depressing.
I'm pretty sure Whoopi's first post-crab costume dress was the one Christian Siriano made for her. Would have been more fun if Chris March (you know, the Project Runway contestant you weren't utterly sick of by the season's halfway point, or was that just me?) had made her something covered in human hair instead.
You know which John Waters movie I want to see made into a musical next? Pink Flamingos. What rhymes with poo?
Oh, Passing Strange. I want to love you because you're trying to do something interesting...but, no. I wish they'd done another number, as I'd seen that one performed on TV before and wasn't really impressed then, either. And who thought getting the whiny dude from Counting Crows to introduce it would be a good idea? I'm thinking it was the Chen-bot, who was saved from being most irrelevant presenter of the night by his presence.
Blasphemy moment: Patty LuPone's hamminess drives me up a wall. You don't have to belt 100% of the time just because you can, lady.
You know who I don't get? Bobby Cannavale. Why all the acclaim?
Blasphemy moment the second: I loathe Grease in all its formats. Loathe. I am only one of two women I've ever met who didn't love it at some point in their lives. The righteous hatred (Sandy's transformation, grrrr) keeps me from feeling lonely in that.
My god, The Little Mermaid is as awful as reported. Of course, I hate that one too, so it would be hard to convince me otherwise anyway. Defriend at will! I hate all you hold dear!
Hey, it's Rufus Sewell! Him I like. I always think of you when I see him,
Hey, it's Gina Torres! Pretty.
Have I just been watching too many early era Frasier reruns lately, or has David Hyde Pierce aged quite a lot over the last couple of years? But who cares, really? As he gets older, he only gets more charming.
Although I do have to admire a show in which "braggadocio" is somehow sensically rhymed with "Pinocchio," I've seen Rent enough, thanks, In The Heights. It's entertaining though, and surely the best non-revival musical performance of the night. Still, verdict: this year's set of orchestra seats will be to Equus for sure.
And speaking of which, Richard Griffiths is never not funny, and Daniel Radcliffe is never not adorkable. "As if by magic," LOL. Poor Dan, looking slightly embarrassed by the Potter reference in front of all those theater legends. You're in 'em too, Uncle Vernon!
Oh hai there, Spring Awakening. Looks like that cast has almost totally turned over since their win last year. Gorgeous show, though I can't imagine it's anything nearly as lovely without John Gallagher, Jr.
Loved how tickled Lily Tomlin was by the very existence of Xanadu. I expected everyone to be in rollerskates, though, Starlight Express style. Yeah, I paid money to see Starlight Express, shut up.
Anthony Rapp, also always adorkable, brings out a damn good majority of the original cast of Rent to say goodbye to the show, which is closing in a few months. I still recognize 'em all, from Gwen Stewart to Aiko Nakasone to Gilles Chaisson and it's really quite awesome to see people I saw on stage a ridiculous number of times together again and I might have teared up a little and just keep shutting up.
After that, Patti LuPone was shouting again and In The Heights won and then my TiVo needed to change channels to record something else, and really, it was kind of a relief, because that was a very long three hours.
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