From the musical, Jekyll and Hyde, where it is sung by a female. Who'd've thought!
Showing posts with label musical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label musical. Show all posts
Tuesday, 16 December 2014
Friday, 29 March 2013
Big Gay Musical sure is gay
Wow, this musical sure is gay, gayer than it's musical, even. Though she doffs her hat to God, a.k.a. Mr Sondheim And to Off Broadway and it's semi-professional stage, acting, dancing, audience participation, e-orchestra, and all that.
Maybe it's too long to embed here - 91 minutes. The trailer does it justice.
So here's a link to the full film with Arabic subtitles, or should you prefer, Spanish subtitles. Do let me know if you come across one with English subtitles as it would be really helpful for non-native speakers.
And there's always Wikipedia for stuff. But more than always is Rotten Tomatoes.
Maybe it's too long to embed here - 91 minutes. The trailer does it justice.
So here's a link to the full film with Arabic subtitles, or should you prefer, Spanish subtitles. Do let me know if you come across one with English subtitles as it would be really helpful for non-native speakers.
And there's always Wikipedia for stuff. But more than always is Rotten Tomatoes.
Monday, 3 December 2012
Sunday, 2 September 2012
Sunday, 11 December 2011
Bad Romance
How about we start a competition for the most outrageous versions of Bad Romance? This one is definitely in the running.
The University of Oregon rocks. I wish I'd been in their writing class in 1999 (just quoting their website's History page), pre-dating Glee by how long? Oh, and should you be enthused, you can see another performance of the same song by the same people in the outdoors in front of modest crowd of appreciative giggling gals.
Monday, 28 November 2011
Only just dancing
This 37 second video will only take up 37 seconds of your life each time you watch it.
There's more on his channel, of course.
Thursday, 10 March 2011
Beth Leavel & Bob Martin " As We Stumble Along "
This amazing number from The Drowsy Chaperone. A performance as iconic and inimitable as Liza and Joel in Cabaret.
Monday, 31 January 2011
If I knew from the start, why am I falling apart?
John Barrowman being himself. Great singer, great entertainer, great showman. He sings this duet from Chess, with music composed by the ABBA team. It was written for two women to sing, so John could hardly give up the chance to singing I knew him so well, with a guy, namely Daniel Boys.
Luke & Noah have been set to the same performance of this song. Thanks Kurganxy.
Luke & Noah have been set to the same performance of this song. Thanks Kurganxy.
Saturday, 15 May 2010
Masturbation is not a crime
Update Oct 2010: the picture disappered, so no cocks anyway. Instead a T-shirt from Both Big and Clever online shop. I hope they don't mind me advertising them :-)
If you'll forgive me quoting myself, here's what I wrote to Kev upon reading the first instalment:
Years of reading Nifty and a story keeping not only a smile of amusement but one of admiration on my face all day is not only rare but unheard of. Am just rereading it in my fav cafe in Norwich, and it is indeed a jolly tale. Both characters adorable in their own ways. The use of 'cunt' to die for. Lots of little things adding up to wonderful read.He wrote back, and when I later added
I want to write the musical :-) Emo boy's a bit of a fly in the vaseline, n'est-ce pas?He replied thus:
I laughed out loud at your email. Brilliant! Who shall we get to star in it when it goes to the West End? If Zac Efron is available, he could play the geeky roommate, maybe?
Saturday, 30 January 2010
Peter Maxwell Davies - old news
Even 72 year olds should be allowed to marry. This story comes from 2007 and according to Wikipedia, he abandoned his plans.
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
First sighting at the 2009 Mardi Gras Film Festival
As the attentive follower of this blog will be aware, getting to Were the World Mine has been high on my To Do ASAP list. It might have been over-eagerly anticipated, a flaw that Brokeback Mountain also suffered, and a flaw which can only be blamed on the viewer, not the filmmaker.
It was shown last night at the Academy Twin at Paddo where it seems there was another cinema-bulb problem: the lighting of the whole film was terribly glum.
The dispersion of musical numbers was uneven and the singing far from wonderful, especially by Wendy Robie, the unconvential drama teacher casting her own spell over her charges in an all boys' school. She had a big solo number sung with all the star quality of Mama Mia the most unmusical of musical films. Some of us may remember Robin Williams in Dead Poets Society (an unconventional English teacher casting his own spell over his charges in an all boys' school) with the magical potion of words blended in the cauldron of the classroon and poured out in the guise of poetry.
The highly improbable notion that pouring a love potion into someone's eyes is going to make them fall in love with the first person they see, no matter how improbable that choice is, is clearly the work of Shakespeare, but extended in this film to shoot cupid's arrows into the hearts of most unlikely couples, all same-sex couples, as queer and unconventional as that may sound. The boorish, thugish and stereotypical football coach falls in love with the headmaster. And his boorish, thugish and stereotypical football team, who pick on Puck terribly, fall in love with each other. Tis nice that such lads can strike an awesome ballet pose when called upon to do so. I saw this college hunk cliché in the 1979 film, Breaking Away on the plane from Dubai to Sydney last night. As straight as that film is, the director certainly fed us with some delicious eye candy. There is a very cute guy in the closing minutes of the film looking quite longingly at one of the hunk/jocks. I digress. We also remember it from Greaseand a thousand films. Clearly the makers of these films have an axe to grind, and clearly the rugby jocks are self-perpetuating, learning nothing from art, let alone from history.
Timothy-playing-Puck in the school's annual drama, Midsummer Night's Dream, had a crush on the star football player, who else(?) (played by Nathaniel David Becker, who did manage a few cute sneaky glances in his direction long before he was chemically altered. Waking from his poisoning he was unabashedly in love with the Timothy, and after the spell was reversed continued to be so, enabled/facilitated/permitted by a new world of more tolerance and understanding that derived from non-vicarious experiences of the whole community. Even some of the more aggressive footie team remained lovers for the rest of the day as the plot wound to its unsurprising yet satisfying finish.
Fairy stories that end with the start of a relationship that is articulated through that lamentable phrase and they lived happily ever after, beget a notion of foreverness which can never be taken for granted. But in the 21st century, the notion of a relationship-forever doesn't mean for the term of one's natural life, but until the good will drains away for one of a small repertoire of reasons, each with a zillion minor variations.
Heteroflexibility is a new word for me, but the concept didn't seem so new in the context of the film. Timothy has two friends out of school, the delightful Max (the delicious Ricky Goldman), who is the first person sprayed with the love potion. The potion works and leads to the champion sportsman beating the shit out of him - ain't love vicious? And his wannabe girlfriend, Frankie (Zelda Williams, daughter of above-mentioned Robin Williams) who uses said word. Upon Googling this word, as any self-respecting corpus linguist would, it emereged that heteroflexibility is a characteristic of women. A learned blog, poses the following quandary: Does thinking outside “the box” lead to rampant hetero-flexibility?
So maybe I have wandered too far from the film, but what's wrong a train of thought? The answer to that might be linearality - click here to read another blog pondering the strictures that blogs place on the wandereing mind. Wikis are better suited.
For the sake of tidiness, let me just say that the film would have benefitted from a bigger budget which would hopefully have led to some better casting. And I look forward to seeing it on DVD where the lighting will more closely match the director's, Tom Gustafson, intentions.
It was shown last night at the Academy Twin at Paddo where it seems there was another cinema-bulb problem: the lighting of the whole film was terribly glum.
The dispersion of musical numbers was uneven and the singing far from wonderful, especially by Wendy Robie, the unconvential drama teacher casting her own spell over her charges in an all boys' school. She had a big solo number sung with all the star quality of Mama Mia the most unmusical of musical films. Some of us may remember Robin Williams in Dead Poets Society (an unconventional English teacher casting his own spell over his charges in an all boys' school) with the magical potion of words blended in the cauldron of the classroon and poured out in the guise of poetry.
The highly improbable notion that pouring a love potion into someone's eyes is going to make them fall in love with the first person they see, no matter how improbable that choice is, is clearly the work of Shakespeare, but extended in this film to shoot cupid's arrows into the hearts of most unlikely couples, all same-sex couples, as queer and unconventional as that may sound. The boorish, thugish and stereotypical football coach falls in love with the headmaster. And his boorish, thugish and stereotypical football team, who pick on Puck terribly, fall in love with each other. Tis nice that such lads can strike an awesome ballet pose when called upon to do so. I saw this college hunk cliché in the 1979 film, Breaking Away on the plane from Dubai to Sydney last night. As straight as that film is, the director certainly fed us with some delicious eye candy. There is a very cute guy in the closing minutes of the film looking quite longingly at one of the hunk/jocks. I digress. We also remember it from Greaseand a thousand films. Clearly the makers of these films have an axe to grind, and clearly the rugby jocks are self-perpetuating, learning nothing from art, let alone from history.
Timothy-playing-Puck in the school's annual drama, Midsummer Night's Dream, had a crush on the star football player, who else(?) (played by Nathaniel David Becker, who did manage a few cute sneaky glances in his direction long before he was chemically altered. Waking from his poisoning he was unabashedly in love with the Timothy, and after the spell was reversed continued to be so, enabled/facilitated/permitted by a new world of more tolerance and understanding that derived from non-vicarious experiences of the whole community. Even some of the more aggressive footie team remained lovers for the rest of the day as the plot wound to its unsurprising yet satisfying finish.
Fairy stories that end with the start of a relationship that is articulated through that lamentable phrase and they lived happily ever after, beget a notion of foreverness which can never be taken for granted. But in the 21st century, the notion of a relationship-forever doesn't mean for the term of one's natural life, but until the good will drains away for one of a small repertoire of reasons, each with a zillion minor variations.
Heteroflexibility is a new word for me, but the concept didn't seem so new in the context of the film. Timothy has two friends out of school, the delightful Max (the delicious Ricky Goldman), who is the first person sprayed with the love potion. The potion works and leads to the champion sportsman beating the shit out of him - ain't love vicious? And his wannabe girlfriend, Frankie (Zelda Williams, daughter of above-mentioned Robin Williams) who uses said word. Upon Googling this word, as any self-respecting corpus linguist would, it emereged that heteroflexibility is a characteristic of women. A learned blog, poses the following quandary: Does thinking outside “the box” lead to rampant hetero-flexibility?
So maybe I have wandered too far from the film, but what's wrong a train of thought? The answer to that might be linearality - click here to read another blog pondering the strictures that blogs place on the wandereing mind. Wikis are better suited.
For the sake of tidiness, let me just say that the film would have benefitted from a bigger budget which would hopefully have led to some better casting. And I look forward to seeing it on DVD where the lighting will more closely match the director's, Tom Gustafson, intentions.
Saturday, 31 January 2009
Fairies: the whole 20 minute film
Many thanks to downelink for making this available.
I'm reading Midsummer Nights Dream at the moment - what a wonder of the Early Modern Era. I am so primed for Were the World Mine - pray/marry/forsooth, disappointeth me not.
Sunday, 25 January 2009
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