~ Christine Ebersole’s number from “Grey Gardens” at the Tony’s last night. Wow. Amazing.
~ Julie White’s acceptance speech for Best Actress in a Play in “The Little Dog Laughed.” I mean, you see her, from her seat, mouth moving, going “WHAT? WHAT??” And you watch her coming up the aisle to the stage, flicking the skirt of her gown around, mouth still moving; she is talking, exclaiming, before we can even HEAR her. At the podium she says, “Oh, you Tony voters! What a bunch of wacky, crazy kids!!” She was so funny.
(Okay. Honestly? I taped the Tonys because I always tape the Tonys and so I’m quoting her directly here, because I’ve rewound my tape to watch her again and again and again. Because I am just that nerdy.) More from her:
“I never even imagined I would be on a list like this (with fellow nominees), unless it was for dinner reservations at Angus — I mean, and then to get the tchotchke!”
She kept clutching her chest.
“I can’t feel my hands. Is that a bad thing?”
She thanked her agents: “I played a hideous agent and my agents have NEVER been hideous to my face.”
She thanked her daughter last, sweetly choking up: “Finally I want to thank my daughter, Alex Pendell (sp?) who gives us all hope for the future. Thanks, darlin’! YEEEE-WHOOOO!”
I fell in love with her. Such exuberance, such celebration! Congratulations, Julie White!
~ Fantasia Barrino singing “I’m Here” from “The Color Purple.” Astounding. Really. There’s greatness in that girl. I literally did not move the whole time she was singing. She froze me in my spot.
~ The movie “Little Children.” Can’t get past it. Kate Winslet, man. When is that girl finally gonna win her Oscar? But the whole thing, the dark humor, the weird narration from the Frontline/Nova guy. But I loved that, actually. Rent it, rent it.
~ Also, “Notes on a Scandal.” Judi Dench, Cate Blanchett. Judi Dench is genius scary in this movie. And Cate Blanchett I basically have a girl crush on. And Kate Winslet. All the Kates. Any Kate. Kate P, too. I need to see this one again.
~ Uhm, also, “For Your Consideration.” Just saw it yesterday. There is just too too much that is hysterical in this movie. The undercurrent of total mania:
“Someone’s killed their children and made them into cookies, and I want to go see that!”
“I don’t run around going, ‘I’m a gentile, look at my foreskin!’ I don’t shove it down your throat, because I don’t care.”
Everyone is so completely insane and yet they all believe they’re normal. I think that’s part of the genius of Guest’s movies. And it’s just too much to bear. And please. I’m also completely in love with Catherine O’Hara.
~ This guy, who was on a nearby street corner last weekend, singing nonsense at the top of his lungs, jumping madly about, and giving the imaginary strings on his fake plywood guitar a real beating. (Okay. Cell phone cam + cloudy day + moving car = bad pic)
~ This woman, who was dressed like a homeless babushka — I mean, up close, she looked like she should be singing “Anatevka” while shuffling behind a rickety cart of all her wordly belongings — anyway, she obsessively swept the boardwalk at the beach, same area, over and over and over. To her credit, it WAS really clean. So I thank you, Golde.
Really, though — I don’t want to get over any of this.
I almost envy you for living in CA (almost…) there are so many people to GAWK AT. The South is kind of boring. Everybody looks the same. I love going on road trips to… anywhere just so I can watch people. Crappy hotel? Boring locale? Few attractions? Don’t care. All the better to watch the locals do their do.
God is amused regularly I suspect.
Thank God you qualified it is a *GIRL* crush. I don’t know how I’d break it to my steady otherwise. And, um, thanks I think? What’s in those pills for your back?
I wanted to see “For Your Consideration” when it came out but everywhere I looked it was panned so it didn’t last long around here. Now I’m wondering what the critics were looking for. Catherine O’Hara is always great to watch.
Might as well ‘fess up. . . I too am a people-watcher. Maybe it’s the writer in me or maybe it’s just that the area I live in lends itself to that. Of course my cat’s also a people-watcher, parking-lot-watcher, bird-watcher, stray-cat-watcher–heck, I think cats DEFINED watching.
That woman with the broom is so sad.
Mental illness is so sad.
missy — you know, of the two people in these photos, the woman seemed MUCH more, uh, sane in person. She was doing something real with real-life benefits and seemed perfectly content to do so. Maybe she just likes “Fiddler on the Roof.”
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Tracey,
I see that Peggy at Big Girl Panties has taken down her blog. I hope hope HOPE ~ and pray ~ that that means nothing more than he discovered her “hiding” place and not anything more sinister. Do you know if she’s safe or not?
Lisa — Yeah, I noticed that too, and I’m not sure what that means. I’m with you, though. I really hope she’s doing okay. If she sees this, maybe she can let us know somehow.