I was strolling through Central Park today in New York City and was baffled by the splendor I found. I have been to the park several times, but not in 20 inches of snow (granted last New Years was bitter cold (far worse than the 20 degrees this year). I loved walking the cobblestone sidewalks, canopied by the leave-less, mangled trees. As I came up over the parapets, thinking that I would find the infamous ice skating rink, I once again beheld the Bethesda Fountain. What a glorious statue of an angel that watches over us all across from a glorious walkway full of arches and adjacent to a beautiful frozen lake--"respect the delicate ecology of your delusions."
La Cage Aux Folles is such a breathtaking show. I have loved the George Hearn (original Broadway soundtrack) version for several years, so I was elated to see a more "raw" production than the infamously glamorous original. Front row baby! Talk about muscles and tits, girdles and jocks--it was hellashiously hysterical and it felt like being a fly on the wall more than a mere bystander paying heaps of money to see Actors. Kelsey Grammer and Douglas Hodge were both fab. Too bad they both could not have received the Tony. I loved loved loved the choreography and the light design during the huge number La Cage Aux Folles. Go get them birdcagers!
Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown was cool. Not as influential or extraordinary as La Cage, but it was indeed nice to see some familiar and famous faces. Laura Benanti stole the show with her obsession with Pepa. I am still chuckling about it days later. Tony anyone? I do love the poster for the show as well as the 90 degree angle work in the lighting and scenic design.
