From the post title, you may have already guessed that I saw Rent this weekend. Alternately, given that you know I'm a big, flaming, showtune fag, you may have already guessed that I saw Rent this weekend. My impressions, you ask? Well, it was an awful long time from stage to screen and it's a bit of a stretch that these folks are twentysomething squatters struggling to survive in the East Village. The songs are just OK. The choreography suffers from the transition. It's Grease, really, only with AIDS and heroin. I almost added 'drag queens' but then I remembered that Stockard Channing was in Grease. She is a dude, right? And like Grease, despite or partly because of its shortcomings, I loved this flick. Loved it. Cried a bit. Sang a bit. Cold, dead heart soared a bit. Popped across the street to pick up the soundtrack a bit. Listened to it all fucking weekend. Oh, and Jesse L. Martin is to Rent what Jeff Conaway was to Grease (i.e. the one I wanna do dirty stuff with....loved me some Kenickie).
Added: In Light My Candle when Rosario Dawson is accused of looking 16 and she protests that she's 19? C'mon! Yeah, once you were 19. Last century.
So, who wants to see it again with me?