I approached yesterday’s matinee performance of Hedwig and the Angry Inch with my share of doubts.
Not about Neil Patrick Harris — he can do anything.
But drag performers are the latest rage on Broadway. Last year’s Tony-winning Kinky Boots gave them both their entrance and their legitimacy. The decision to put up the revival of Hedwig now seems a bit like ‘joiner’ behavior.
Not gonna judge it sight unseen, though…especially with Neil at the helm.
The first few numbers are fast and fun and full of Neil’s familiar charm and humor, so it’s easy to think you’re just watching him do fantastic drag.
Then Neil simply disappears as Hedwig’s story takes center stage, one filled with loss and love, pain and power, disfigurement and metamorphosis.
Neil is supported on stage by a great rock band — one guy is from Lexington, Kentucky! — and Lena Hall, who also won a Tony for her drag performance.
But the show is all about Neil. All about Hedwig.
He is mesmerizing.
The Sticky Egg 
City chick
‘The big, bad city’ — Manhattan has been been hit with this label from time to time.
But the more I watch shows like Pretty Little Liars, the more I’m convinced the suburbs are the real danger zone.
Those big backyards where murders are plotted and carried out, and bodies buried. Ginormous homes where secret assignations are simple because there is so much space. And parks that serve as conveniently creepy venues for the local lunatic to hunt you down.
Times Square? Piece of cake.
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