Tag Archives: Times Square

City chick

‘The big, bad city’ — Manhattan has been been hit with this label from time to time.

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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.

All hail Hedwig

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.

HedwigThe 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.

Cross that bridge

Some weekends have a theme.  Mine?

The Bridges of Madison County

steve pasquale tick tick boomMy Facebook friends already know that Friday night I had a chance encounter with Steven Pasquale —

We bumped into each other leaving Tick Tick Boom at City Center.

More accurately, my friend Dan helped me grab him for a quick hello, “you were wonderful in Bridges,”  and a photo.

So totally worth it.

Then last night, Dan suggested we see a late-night show at 54 Below — Lindsay Mendez and Derek Klena.

klendezAnd it turns out Derek (far left) played Francesa’s son in Bridges!

I fully expect to see Kelli O’Hara at the market today buying juice.

 

You can’t unsee this

It’s noon, and I have already been to Central Park and Times Square.

On Halloween.

In New York City.

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, the things my eyes have seen!!!

How do I spell happy?

bacon-bash

This is in Times Square in 10 days.  And, yes, I bought my ticket.

OINK!

Sweet and spicy

Once is a coincidence.

Twice?  Well, that’s worthy of recommendation.

A couple of years ago I went to Ruby Foo’s in Times Square with some friends visiting from out of town. Comedian Larry David was at the bar, waiting for his carryout order.

The sighting was a big hit.

Tonight I ventured back to Foo’s with a different group of friends, also from out of town. Larry wasn’t there. No, tonight was even better.

Mandy Patinkin was in the house.

And these friends were ballsier. They walked up to Mandy, introduced themselves, complimented his work. All in a quiet, tasteful walk-by.

Now I’m thinking maybe Foo’s should be a stop on the tour for all my out-of-town visitors.  Who knows what array of celebrities are dining on Chinese there on a nightly basis?

I’m sure they’d love to have us bring them their fortune cookie.

Among friends

Yeah, so this is who I hung out with last night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Director David Cronenberg.  Robert Pattinson.  And David Carr from the New York Times.

Your average Wednesday evening.

I bought tickets to the event months ago…before Kristen Stewart happened.  It was billed as “A Conversation about Cosmopolis,” which opens in select cities on Friday.

I worried the interview would be hijacked by the scandal. But when the three sat down in The Times Center theatre in Times Square, it was Cosmopolis from beginning to end.  Lots of clips.  Lots of conversation.  Both surprisingly funny.

There was one moment when interviewer David Carr tried to use the Stewart/Pattinson scandal to draw a parallel, and the audience literally began to boo and hiss.  Shouts of “Next question” and “Move along” filled the room.

Carr turned to the crowd and said, “I wasn’t going there,” to which someone loudly replied:

“Then don’t.”

Robert was in good hands.

6:30am

Where were you at the crack of dawn?

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I was in Times Square, shooting a commercial.  Now I’m in a van headed to our second location.

Did I mention who is directing the spot? The same guy who directed “Thriller” for Michael Jackson.

Whackadoodle doo.

Not again

Making movies cost the big bucks, it’s true.

So perhaps we shouldn’t judge producers too harshly when they remake blockbusters from years past to ensure box office success…like The Great Gatsby or Footloose.

This may also explain ‘sequel-itis’…although quality seems to figure less in that equation.

Case in point:  New Year’s Eve from director Garry Marshall.

New Year’s Eve is the sequel to last year’s horrible Valentine’s Day, a romantic comedy jam-packed with stars, cliched story lines and performances that were shallow to say the most.

(Sorry; it was that bad.) 

I’m not surprised actors are drawn to the sequel; it’s the easiest money they’ll ever make.  And Garry Marshall probably just used the Valentine’s Day shooting script and changed the California locations to New York City.

But why do it at all?

Critics skewered the first film, and audience reviews were only slightly warmer.  And while Valentine’s Day did break $100 million at the box office, there were a lot of celebrity salaries to pay.

Well, after seeing the trailer, I think I’ve figured it out.

Garry has directed a train wreck of a film…and we all know how hard it is not to look at one of those.

Cha-ching!

Lovely litter

I’ve often heard people say Manhattan is a ‘filthy city,’ but I just don’t see it.

Maybe that’s because Justin Gignac is selling all our garbage.

Justin is an artist based in Soho.  When a colleague poo-poo’ed the importance of package design, Justin took it as a professional challenge.  He grabbed the one thing no one would ever want to buy and packaged it in such a way that they would.

Garbage of New York City was born.

It’s real trash from the streets of Manhattan, although Justin swears it’s odor-free. Each cube is dated and signed by the artist.

His first cube came from Times Square, where I’m sure you can collect some seriously gross garbage, iffin you’re of a mind.

He’s also made special edition cubes — at equally special prices — for such righteous refuse as Obama’s Inauguration and the Yankees Victory Parade.

Who would buy garbage, you ask?  Some 1,300 folks from over 29 different countries to date.  And really, isn’t it a far more artistic way to recycle than rinsing out milk cartons?

So, during your next family vacation or theatre weekend in New York City, be better than souvenir t-shirts or a miniature Statue of Liberty.  Demand clear cubes of certified New York City waste products — your friends will love ’em!

And my neighborhood will stay minty fresh…