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After midnight

12:01am — The premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2.

I was there.

Yes, I could have waited until the crowds thinned…until the feverish mania around the conclusion of this epic movie franchise had died down a bit.

But what’s the fun in that?

Seeing the final film in an atmosphere of unbridled excitement and enthusiasm?  That’s how I want to remember Harry Potter.

People dressed in inspired costumes.  Spontaneous trivia contests breaking out in the aisles.  Chants of “Snape, Snape, Severus Snape” attempting to overpower a fervent rendition of “Neville Longbottom.”  And the particularly hilarious cries of hatred hurled at the trailers proceeding the movie.

But the film was so worth the wait.  Director David Yates’ vision is true to the book and yet so much more.

I’ll see it again, of course, at some deserted weekday matinee.  It will still be an incredible movie, but…

Nothing can touch midnight.

Bookish

JK Rowling, you witch.

When you launched pottermore.com last week, you had to know what Muggles everywhere were thinking.

Pottermore?  Pottermore??  JK Rowling is going to write a new Harry Potter book, we immediately surmised.

You’ve said more than once, JK, that you might not be finished with Harry and the gang.

But what did you announce instead?  E-books for everyone…of the existing Harry Potter saga.

Where’s the magic in that?

Sure, you’ve promised additional materials that will only be found in the e-books.  That’s all well and good.  We’ll enjoy that, of course.

But knowingly dangling the possibility of more Potter books in front of a rabid public?  You should be ashamed of yourself.  I demand an apology — a written one, in fact.

In the form of an eighth novel.

Committed

Can you imagine being in prison?

I don’t like to think about it. Wrenched away from my dog, my home, my family and friends, my job — all sense of self gone.

But reading Orange is the New Black, by Piper Kerman, that’s exactly what I find myself doing.

In 1993, bored and lacking direction after graduating from Smith College, Kerman befriends a woman who is part of an overseas drug smuggling operation and travels for a year with her and her associates.

Five years later, federal agents appear at her door in New York City. Some 10 years after her ‘crimes by association,’ Kerman finds herself an inmate at Danbury Correctional Institute in Connecticut.

Orange is the New Black is the story of Kerman’s thirteen months in prison.  I started it yesterday; I’ve found it difficult to put down.

Her life there surprised me on many levels.  It was safer than I expected — she wasn’t attacked by every lesbian in the joint — and far more boring.  She seemed to have a lot of free time and spent it running track and taking yoga classes.

Although she was cautioned to ‘keep to herself to survive,’ she made numerous connections and friendships in prison that made her life at Danbury easier to endure.  Those women are the heart of the book.

Kerman emphasizes that the isolation from her fiancee and family was the real prison.  Danbury had four visitation days a week, and she was lucky to have a steady stream of visitors to see her through her incarceration.

Funny thing:  the wrong friends got her into prison, and the right friends — on both sides of the bars — got her through.

One day more

Happy Birthday, Jean Valjean.

Not the character in Victor Hugo’s novel Les Miserables — the Jean Valjean that I have most often seen on stage, actor Colm Wilkinson.

He turns 67 today.

Colm originated the role of Jean Valjean in London’s West End and again on Broadway.

When the show transferred to New York City in 1987, Actors’ Equity wouldn’t allow Wilkinson to play the role because he wasn’t American.  So producer Cameron Mackintosh refused to open the show.

Luckily for all of us, Actors’ Equity quickly changed their minds.

Les Mis is one of the reasons I love Broadway today. I’ve seen the show an unprecedented 13 times, most recently a couple of years ago at an anniversary performance here in New York City.

The theatre was smaller, and the show scaled down from its original glory.  But the story was just as moving, the music still thrilled.  And as I sang each word, albeit under my breath…

I could hear Colm Wilkinson singing.

God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there

He is young
He’s afraid
Let him rest
Heaven blessed.
Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home.

Class act

My first memory of actor Alan Rickman is in the Bruce Willis movie Die Hard.  He played the evil villain Hans Gruber.

His voice and unique intonation made a lasting impression.

While I have loved Alan’s performances in romantic roles in Truly Madly Deeply and Sense and Sensibility -- and his wonderful comedic turn in GalaxyQuest — I think Alan is at his best playing the villain.

Or, at the very least, having all the surface qualities of one.

But as any Harry Potter fan knows, his character Severus Snape — who appeared to be a very bad guy for a majority of the series — turns out to be okay. (Hope I’m not ruining anything for you non-readers…but seriously, if you don’t know by now, that’s just sad.)

And it’s no surprise that Alan himself is a pretty stand-up guy as well. He wrote a heartfelt thank you note to JK Rowling in a recent issue of Empire magazine.

I think there’s an entire Harry Potter nation that couldn’t agree more.

Soaring profits

Survived the rapture, did you?

Don’t think of it as ‘being passed over.’  You’re an American – make money from your rejection!

There’s even a common sense guide to help you get started.

Written before the last regularly scheduled rapture, “How to Profit from the Coming Rapture” offers sound — if tongue-in-cheek — financial guidance for those of us left on Earth to fend for ourselves.  (If you’re reading this, that means you.)

The writers, while having a bit of fun with the whole notion, apparently quote actual Bible verses and legends to support their economic theories.  It all sounds a bit Book of Mormon to me.  And since I love that Broadway show, I’m guessing this book will be fun, too!

What, you say?  I haven’t read the book yet?  Of course not!  I had to wait and see if I got called aboard the mothership!

Now…let’s all get RICH!!!

There was an old man…

Happy Limerick Day!

We celebrate Limerick Day every May 12th in honor of Edward Lear, the English writer who is credited with making the art form popular.

In other words, for making every Tom, Dick and Harry think they can write poetry — way to go, Eddie!

In honor of the big day, I wrote a rather lame limerick myself:

My plane from Dallas was late
Yesterday would be the date
So today I am groggy
My head coarse and foggy
And my blog?  Well…it’s not so great.

See?  This is the type of ‘poetry’ that Edward unleashed on the world.  Of course, his wasn’t that great either.  Take a read:

There was an Old Man in a tree,
Who was horribly bored by a Bee;
When they said, ‘Does it buzz?’
He replied, ‘Yes, it does!’
‘It’s a regular brute of a Bee!’

I mean, come on — he used ‘bee’ twice in the rhyme scheme.

Amateur.

Funny man

The hubbub over Steve Carell leaving The Office this season has in many ways belittled the talent of the actors that remain.

Last night I was reminded of this in a big way.

I saw the movie Something Borrowed starring Kate Hudson, Ginnifer Goodwin, John Krasinski and Colin Egglesfield.

I didn’t have huge expectations going in.  The critics had pretty much slammed the film, but the trailer looked cute and word-of-mouth was pretty good.  (Critics can be so grouchy when it comes to romantic comedies, am I right?)

The one positive note in most of the otherwise ‘grouchy’ reviews was praise for John Krasinski.

Boy, did they get that right.

We are used to seeing John as Jim in The Office — the everyman, playing jokes on Dwight, outsmarting Michael, making takes to the camera.  He almost seems like a part of the audience.

Which makes it easy to take what he does for granted.

Then you see him outside of that world — in a movie like Something Borrowed or in 2009′s  It’s Complicated  — and you realize just how good a comedic actor he really is.

Admittedly, his character is, once again, the smartest person in the room.  But there are no takes to the audience…just solid character work and ‘real’ reactions that are both believable and hilarious.

Now unlike the critics, I liked the film.  While I think they took their sweet time getting to a conclusion that we all saw coming, I still enjoyed the ride.

Oh, and John?  Thanks for driving.

Rhyme or reason

The Sticky Egg LOVES bizarre holidays. We have honored many in this space.

There was National Waiting for the Barbarians Day.  That was fun.  I Want YOU to be Happy Day — a selfless, good-natured tribute.  Talk Like William Shatner Day was one of my particular favorites.

But…Poem in Your Pocket Day?

It has trouble written all over it.

It’s today, by the way…right here in New York City.  Apparently since 2002, schools and cultural organizations across the five boroughs have been hosting poetry readings and writing workshops on this very day in honor of National Poetry Month.

Hey, I’m down with that.

I know the idea is that you write a poem (or borrow one from your favorite poet) and carry it with you in your pocket to share with people you meet throughout your day.

But…Poem in Your Pocket Day?

Has no one ever heard the joke “Is that a ______ in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?”  I use a _______ purposefully, because almost everything you can think of has been said in that space — in that very joke — and it always sounds dirty.

So now, on Poem in Your Pocket Day, that very special bit of prose — that poem that you care deeply enough about to carry with you despite possible derision from friend or foe — could make you the butt of a dirty joke.

Now, that’s poetry.

Speakin’ my language

Estoy aprendiendo español.

I’m learning Spanish.

It’s one of those online programs you take at your own pace.  I was inspired — or is the right word shamed — by colleagues from other countries who can speak two or more languages fluently.

And here I stumble about, barely doing English justice.

So now at night, while I’m plopped down in front of the TV watching Dancing with the Stars, I’m conjugating Spanish verbs.  It’s a lot of fun (or, I should say, ‘muy divertido’).

Studies reveal it’s good for me, too.

In Europe, my perception of intelligence increases twofold if I, an American, speak a second language.  Much more importantly, my long-term brain health is given a tremendous boost, too.

Specifically, a study at York University in Toronto found that patients diagnosed with Alzheimers who spoke a second language exhibited symptoms as much as five years later than their monolingual counterparts.

Wow.  That’s the most effective advertisement for the Rosetta Stone I’ve ever heard.

So, if you know a second language, practice it.  And if you don’t, consider learning one.  It’s good for your brain.

Estudio, mis amigos!