Now that Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly, and Patrick Swayze have tapped on heaven's door, Hollywood needs another great hoofer. How about that confrontational Russian guy on Dancing with the Stars? The one that sorta looks like Howard Keel in his Taming of the Shrew movie.
Speaking of Howard Keel, we need more musicals too, lightweight ones that have you humming all the way home--"Singin' in the Rain," not "I Dreamed a Dream."
What Fiorella is saying is life is too short to wallow in its shortcomings. Fio may write dark, but she wants her own entertainment to be feather light.
Showing posts with label Singing in the Rain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Singing in the Rain. Show all posts
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Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Disappointing Deluge
Did you miss Fiorella today? Due to Puppy chewing on her power cord, she didn't know until late afternoon that her long, cleverly-worded review of the Georgetown Palace's production of Singin' in the Rain hadn't been published.
The review was clever but negative. The Palace has had some real winners--Grease, Technicolor Dreamcoat, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels--but Singin' in the Rain wasn't one of them. Fio's theory is that the acting got lost in the shuffle-ball-change, that so much time was spent on the song and dance numbers that the actors didn't understand their roles. The sets looked amateurish, the stagehands clogged around like Irish dancers the trombone and trumpet were having trouble with pitch, the actors missed cues, and the curtains beside the stage kept flapping open to daylight.
The audience gave the cast a standing ovation, but Fio thinks the applause was really for Gene Kelly, Donald O'Connor, and Debbie Reynolds, who did a much better job of it.
And, if this, a much shortened version of the original review, doesn't publish, she'll know The Palace is gunning for her.
The review was clever but negative. The Palace has had some real winners--Grease, Technicolor Dreamcoat, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels--but Singin' in the Rain wasn't one of them. Fio's theory is that the acting got lost in the shuffle-ball-change, that so much time was spent on the song and dance numbers that the actors didn't understand their roles. The sets looked amateurish, the stagehands clogged around like Irish dancers the trombone and trumpet were having trouble with pitch, the actors missed cues, and the curtains beside the stage kept flapping open to daylight.
The audience gave the cast a standing ovation, but Fio thinks the applause was really for Gene Kelly, Donald O'Connor, and Debbie Reynolds, who did a much better job of it.
And, if this, a much shortened version of the original review, doesn't publish, she'll know The Palace is gunning for her.
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