Rocco and I have spent the last twelve hours fighting over whether or not I’m the same height as John Larroquette. I say he’s not that much taller than I am. Rocco says he’s five inches shorter than Larroquette. I say that’s not that much taller than I am, especially in heels. Rocco says Larroquette doesn’t usually wear heels.
Last night was opening night for the show Rocco is working on, How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying. In case you didn’t make the mental leap on your own, John Larroquette is in the cast. So is Daniel Radcliffe. I’m DEFINITELY at least as tall as Danielle Radcliffe. So there.
Obviously I can’t really write an impartial review on Rocco’s show. If it sucked, I damn sure wouldn’t tell you that. And if I told you it rocked my control-top, silken mist pantyhose right off, you wouldn’t believe me anyway. You can read the review from the Times here if you’re so inclined.
But can I just tell you what else I saw this weekend? Try and stop me. I triple dog dare you. Because holy ball gags, Batman, I can’t stop talking about Priscilla Queen of the Desert.
The costumes! The cast! The songs! The staging! I felt like a Charlie Sheen in a Tiger Blood factory!
The naysayers say there’s no real plot, that there isn’t enough substance. I say all the sequins, corsets, and wigs more than make up for the lack of plot. And besides, how many Broadway musicals can you name with with complex story lines? You have to know your medium boys…and girls…and girls that were once boys.
Every time a drop lifted, I was dumbfounded as new, unfathomable set pieces were revealed. Giant shoes, Eiffel towers, full scale tour buses…I honestly couldn’t tell you how they possibly fit all those pieces in the wings of the theater. It was one of those true, wonder-of-theater kind of nights for me. I clapped and squealed and cried…and felt like a kid who’d seen a magic trick for the very first time.
I don’t know if you can tell, but I REALLY liked the show.
To be fair, I think a big part of my enjoyment of the show had nothing to do with the production itself. To my right, sat a heavy, older blond woman from the Midwest somewhere. Directly in front of us sat a cute, young gay couple. And honestly, I’m not sure who enjoyed it more. Her leg bounced on beat to every disco song they sang. One of the gay guys became very emotional when the lead character was reunited with his son. As he reached up to wipe the tears from under his glasses, his partner put his arm around him and they shared a brief, tender embrace. We all leapt from our seats for the final curtain call.
Afterward, I squealed to my girlfriend, “Was that the most fun you’ve ever had at a Broadway show or what?”
One of the guys in front of us spun around and squealed right back, “I know, right?!?”
Go see Priscilla. And I think you should go see How to Succeed, too, if only because I like to eat and sleep indoors.
Oh and don’t forget to help find this ukulele a good home…