A week ago today, the fourth annual New York Musical Theatre Festival official began, premiering 34 new shows this year, and marking the 100th show to be presented by the fledgling - but not so fledgling - theatre festival. That's a pretty impressive accomp
lishment.
Let's take this moment to give Kris Stewart a round of applause.
Thank you. (Oh, by the by, Kris, just so you know, it was John R DeLamar jr, that gave you that little bit of ballyhoo. Just so you don't forget, that's John R DeLamar jr.
Shameless plug over, moving on.)
As the festival hit it's first week mark for this year, I thought I would still a little from my favorite VH1 show, and present my best week ever - NYMF stlye. So, kiddo, here we go, and as Bette Davis said once... Hell, y'all know what she said, and if you don't shame on you!
The Festival started this year with a bang, as it reached it's centennial - image that. A festival that is only four years old, and already hitting triple digits. We will from now on refer to them as festival years - with the show Angle of the Sun. From what I hear the show is nice, that's all I have to report on it - I haven't seen it so who knows - if anyone has anything else let me know, but all I've gotten is just nice. Well, good for you Angle of the Sun, you nice bunch of people you.
Opening on September 17, as well - and coming in at number 101, not as amazing as 100, but hey who's counting (other than me) - was Boy in the Bathroom. Yet again, sorry, another one I haven't seen, and I haven't heard anything about it either way so far, so that's good, I guess.
Monday's main dish though was the opening night party - I was actually there for this one, except when I went to go get pizza. This year NYMF opened it's doors to the general theatre public, with an event sponsored by Johnny Love Vodka. Johnny Love was nice enough to even give away free press on tattoos, problem is: I still have mine on the inside of my wrist, thanks to my loving boyfriend. So, Johnny Love, any tips on how to get the shit off? If so, just drop me a line, thanks. A couple of cocktails, and we're heading to the pizza bar next door, then back to the party, as it cleared out - all the free booze was gone, and so were the revelers, and alas being the social conscious - cheap bastard that I am - party goer that I am, migrated with the rest of the herd home.
A brief run down of the shows that opened this week: Angle of the Sun, Boy in the Bathroom, Unlock'd, Austentatious, Love Kills - see my review-, Gemini, Tully (In No Particular Order) - heard this one was real good, kiddo, check it out -, The Brain From Planet X, The Good Fight, Like Love - see my review -, Roller Derby, Virtuosa, Die Hard: The Puppet Musical, Suddenly Summer, Intervention, The Piper - see my review -, The Rockae, and Top of the Heap.
This week I saw three shows (in case anyone cares): The Piper, Like Love, and Love Kills.
The Piper, a Celtic romp through the death list of illicit women of Boston. This one is a keeper, a nice show, on a dreary day in September, and where better to see a show all about debaucheries than in a church - who decides these things, because, friends, they are A plus in my book. For more on this show see my review: "God Bless the Broken Road... That Led me Straight to The Piper."
Like Love, is a show full of Broadway veterans, good music and not a whole more. I can't help but wonder how do you go from Stephen Sondheim to a black box in a theatre festival? Hmmm... Not to slight anyone in the cast, let me tell you, they are some fierce talents - as awkward as some moments are - but one has to wonder what's it all for, when the story misses the mark. At least it's got some good songs. For more on this show see my review: "Like Love: When the Muse's Arrow Misses".
Love Kills, all I have to say about this one is NUDITY! The show deserves the best week ever award for putting two hotties on stage in nothing but their birthday suits. Yes, my friends, sex sells, and I've already laid my twenty bucks down to see it again. For more on this show see my review: "Love Kills, the Anti Book Musical? Think Not."
Stop judging me, about the nude thing, really. Check out the head shots. I mean wow wow wow wow!
Drum roll please...
BRRRRRRRRRR... (shut up, I can hear the laughter over in Brooklyn)
The Best/Worst Week Ever (for this week anyway!)
Worst Week: Austentaious. Okay, seeing as though I haven't seen the show - I've hear, oh, have I heard - I shouldn't be judging - me of all people, really - but
why? Stephanie D'Abruzzo has so much talent, and really how many different versions of Noises Off do we need to see? If we all stop laughing at the original will the copycats stop popping up? Sheeesh! Is her family locked in a basement somewhere, if so let them out!
Best Week: Kris Stewart - Am I getting a little too kiss assy? Sorry.
Best (for real) Week: Marcus Hummon and the cast of The Piper. This show could transfer - after a few rewrites and subtle changes - across town to the Great White way. Hoorah for giving the people something classic, but with something new to offer. Great big chorus numbers, Thrills, Love, Horror, this is what it means to make musical theatre.
If you hate, you hate. If you love me, you love me. Either way there is my Best of the Fest Week Ever (part one). Let me know what you think, either way - just be nice, please, I'm sensitive. Here's hoping you have the best week ever, kiddo. See you at the festival.
lishment.Let's take this moment to give Kris Stewart a round of applause.
Thank you. (Oh, by the by, Kris, just so you know, it was John R DeLamar jr, that gave you that little bit of ballyhoo. Just so you don't forget, that's John R DeLamar jr.
Shameless plug over, moving on.)
As the festival hit it's first week mark for this year, I thought I would still a little from my favorite VH1 show, and present my best week ever - NYMF stlye. So, kiddo, here we go, and as Bette Davis said once... Hell, y'all know what she said, and if you don't shame on you!
The Festival started this year with a bang, as it reached it's centennial - image that. A festival that is only four years old, and already hitting triple digits. We will from now on refer to them as festival years - with the show Angle of the Sun. From what I hear the show is nice, that's all I have to report on it - I haven't seen it so who knows - if anyone has anything else let me know, but all I've gotten is just nice. Well, good for you Angle of the Sun, you nice bunch of people you.
Opening on September 17, as well - and coming in at number 101, not as amazing as 100, but hey who's counting (other than me) - was Boy in the Bathroom. Yet again, sorry, another one I haven't seen, and I haven't heard anything about it either way so far, so that's good, I guess.
Monday's main dish though was the opening night party - I was actually there for this one, except when I went to go get pizza. This year NYMF opened it's doors to the general theatre public, with an event sponsored by Johnny Love Vodka. Johnny Love was nice enough to even give away free press on tattoos, problem is: I still have mine on the inside of my wrist, thanks to my loving boyfriend. So, Johnny Love, any tips on how to get the shit off? If so, just drop me a line, thanks. A couple of cocktails, and we're heading to the pizza bar next door, then back to the party, as it cleared out - all the free booze was gone, and so were the revelers, and alas being the social conscious - cheap bastard that I am - party goer that I am, migrated with the rest of the herd home.
A brief run down of the shows that opened this week: Angle of the Sun, Boy in the Bathroom, Unlock'd, Austentatious, Love Kills - see my review-, Gemini, Tully (In No Particular Order) - heard this one was real good, kiddo, check it out -, The Brain From Planet X, The Good Fight, Like Love - see my review -, Roller Derby, Virtuosa, Die Hard: The Puppet Musical, Suddenly Summer, Intervention, The Piper - see my review -, The Rockae, and Top of the Heap.
This week I saw three shows (in case anyone cares): The Piper, Like Love, and Love Kills.
The Piper, a Celtic romp through the death list of illicit women of Boston. This one is a keeper, a nice show, on a dreary day in September, and where better to see a show all about debaucheries than in a church - who decides these things, because, friends, they are A plus in my book. For more on this show see my review: "God Bless the Broken Road... That Led me Straight to The Piper."
Like Love, is a show full of Broadway veterans, good music and not a whole more. I can't help but wonder how do you go from Stephen Sondheim to a black box in a theatre festival? Hmmm... Not to slight anyone in the cast, let me tell you, they are some fierce talents - as awkward as some moments are - but one has to wonder what's it all for, when the story misses the mark. At least it's got some good songs. For more on this show see my review: "Like Love: When the Muse's Arrow Misses".
Love Kills, all I have to say about this one is NUDITY! The show deserves the best week ever award for putting two hotties on stage in nothing but their birthday suits. Yes, my friends, sex sells, and I've already laid my twenty bucks down to see it again. For more on this show see my review: "Love Kills, the Anti Book Musical? Think Not."
Stop judging me, about the nude thing, really. Check out the head shots. I mean wow wow wow wow!
Drum roll please...
BRRRRRRRRRR... (shut up, I can hear the laughter over in Brooklyn)
The Best/Worst Week Ever (for this week anyway!)
Worst Week: Austentaious. Okay, seeing as though I haven't seen the show - I've hear, oh, have I heard - I shouldn't be judging - me of all people, really - but
why? Stephanie D'Abruzzo has so much talent, and really how many different versions of Noises Off do we need to see? If we all stop laughing at the original will the copycats stop popping up? Sheeesh! Is her family locked in a basement somewhere, if so let them out!Best Week: Kris Stewart - Am I getting a little too kiss assy? Sorry.
Best (for real) Week: Marcus Hummon and the cast of The Piper. This show could transfer - after a few rewrites and subtle changes - across town to the Great White way. Hoorah for giving the people something classic, but with something new to offer. Great big chorus numbers, Thrills, Love, Horror, this is what it means to make musical theatre.
If you hate, you hate. If you love me, you love me. Either way there is my Best of the Fest Week Ever (part one). Let me know what you think, either way - just be nice, please, I'm sensitive. Here's hoping you have the best week ever, kiddo. See you at the festival.
1 comment:
Though I have to disagree about Stephanie's talent being wasted (she's pretty much a one-trick pony, as far as I can tell), I'll agree that I'm sick of the endless Noises Off rip-offs. I saw her in Kiss and Make Up at the Fringe, and it was mostly a disaster saved by a somewhat humorous second act. I hope Austentatious will be better.
Post your other reviews! I'm bored!
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