Angels in America

So I just finished reading both Millenium Approaches and Perestroika. I haven't seen the play yet, but I watched the movie. And Mary Louise Parker as Harper Pitt was the best part. Meryl and Al can suck on that. I haven't seen the current productions yet, but I know where I'll be this Friday. Even if Zoe Kazan's eyes do scare me a bit.

Anyway. Brilliant, brilliant play that has affected me like no other. Let's be clear: I love the Westons more. Joe and Harper are not in it nearly enough. At times it can be pretentious. But it is woooonderfully powerful. The scene that opens the second act, with Prior lying on the floor and Louis screaming, "Oh God, I can't. I can't." Neither can I, apparently. I burst into tears.

I am gonna go see the play. Of course. Not gonna miss out on this one. Not gonna miss out on hearing my new favorite line in theatre history. "Suck my dick, Mother Theresa! This is life and death!" You can't really top that. Not even with "You don't wanna break shit with me, muthafucka!"

So if you got six hours to burn, go check out Angels in America. It's on Youtube.

Anecdote for the day: word on BWW is that Kacie Sheik is the Hair tour's Jeanie. Halle-sonofabitching-llujah. Look, folks! Incentive! Unfortunately, I'm in Paris the week they're at the Colonial up in Boston. Maybe I'll see if there's a stop in Philly. But they kept the best part of the production. Good call.

Flea Market tomorrow. My very favorite event of the year. Stand aside, my fellow Shubert-Alleyans. I've fifteen pounds heavier and I'm on the hunt for a Millenium Approaches Playbill.