Sunday, November 20, 2005
Then sitting like an ape on the sofa with a hankie and the same old porno tape
You might think that after hobnobbing with a true blue Broadway starlet (no lie..thanks to this girl there is only one degree of separation between me and Linda Eder, Idina Menzel AND..are you sitting?....Patti LuPone!) last weekend that I'd have had my fill of musical theater. Silly! The touring production of The Full Monty was in town this week, guys. C'mon, stay with me here. I must say that any show that has a hot stripper shaking his naked ass at me (seated in Row 1) within the first few minutes is gonna be forgiven a multitude of sins. No need. This is a funny show with sharp writing (by Terrence McNally...Ummm... Love, Valour, Compassion anyone?) and some good tunes that stick with you. I enjoyed the movie, but this play was actually a more satisfying visual and auditory feast. Well, OK, not a feast, but it was a lipsmacking snack that tides you over. Witty reparte + catchy tunes + men running around in their underpants (and two of the five are capital HOTT)= a fine way for this kind of boy to spend an evening (and a refreshing alternative to the title above).