“Beautiful: The Carole King Musical” Lives Up To Its Name, & Then Some
The friendly rivalry between King and her husband-and-writing-partner-for-most-of-the-show Gerry Goffin, and Cynthia Weil and Barry Mann, provided an enjoyable way to structure the show. I loved that the performances of the songs came about because they were writing them. It was never “Let’s break out into song here to express our feelings” it was “Listen I just wrote this song want to hear it?” The realism is a good way to win over musical theater haters, not that I care about such weirdos.
Mueller really is just perfect, as perfect as anyone besides the real-life figure could be in a role. She is heartbreaking and relatable, and it’s a special performance to witness. What she is doing with her voice, an homage more than an imitation of king, is so impressive. I asked her if it was hard and more importantly if it hurt, because doing a different voice for that many hours a week can’t be healthy. But she seemed fine and I’m sure is being coached well. She is the newest star of this generation and I am thrilled for her. She breaks your heart and then together you’re healed through the powerful music.
Even if you are a King fan, you will be surprised by just how prolific a songwriter she was before she started singing her own tales. Not only did she write “One Fine Day”, “Will You Love Me Tomorrow”, “Some Kind Of Wonderful”, “Up On The Roof”, “Take Good Care of My Baby”, but she also freaking wrote “The Loco-Motion”! Can you even believe that? And then of course you get a smattering of King’s more personal work that she sang herself: “Natural Woman”, “Too Late”, “I Feel the Earth Move”, “Beautiful”, &c. Damn she is brilliant. I can’t wait to see this show again.
So, because of the very familiar music, and because so many adults grew up with this music, “Beautiful” is the kind of show that brings hundreds of middle-aged ladies out for ‘girls night’. If you can stand these perhaps slightly tipsy women pretty much announcing “OH I LOVE THIS SONG!” and “OH THIS IS SOME KIND OF WONDERFUL!’ when they hear the beginnings of each piece, then you’ll be fine. If, like me, the mere thought of this lack of decorum makes your blood run cold as if you were watching a Spice Girls musical, you should probably have a drink first. But you should absolutely still see the show. Here’s a sneak to enjoy while Telecharge.com loads.
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Golden Globes 2019: The Annual Shitshow is Back So Let’s Make Some More Shit Up
The truest golden years were when Amy Poehler and Tina Fey hosted, providing funnier comedy in their 10-minute opening monologues than any of the Best Comedy movie nominations had – mostly because the movies in the best comedy category are never actually comedies. (HELLOOO I mean ‘The Martian’? ‘Ladybird’? Forking ‘GET OUT’???? HFPA YOU F-ING CRAZY? Oh, right, yes.) I have reservations about tonight’s hosts, Andy Samberg and Sandra Oh, because they clearly were chosen after every famous person’s name was put on little slips of paper and then into a hat and then also inside the hat was a drunk rabbit (it was a magician’s hat) and he ate the pieces of paper and then threw it all back up and they chose the names on the first two slips that came back, that’s the only way this pairing makes sense. I mean ostensibly it’s because they were charming when they presented at the Emmys back in September but taking that great little presenting performance and thinking it will translate to great success as hosts of an entire show is what got us ‘Get Him to the Greek’ after people loved Russell Brand’s (incredible) small performance in ‘Forgetting Sarah Marshall’. I also can’t help but think that, even though I do love Andy, it’s like no one in charge would be okay with having a woman of color on that stage without a safe white man to keep viewers from throwing their TVs out the window. The powers that be are like ‘don’t be mad that we’re showing you a lady in charge, or a non-white! There’s a white man, see, everything’s okay!’ I wish them well though, and maybe we can get Tina and Amy back for the Oscars if the heads over there are ever able to look past f-ing Kevin Hart. Like why do they think he is the only option??
So, to recap, no one takes the Globes seriously, but it’s still fun to watch. And none of the celebrities take it seriously either but some of them (especially/only the newcomers) will still cry when they win because, well, winning rocks, like why I care that my team wins Quizzo every week even though the prize is money to the very same bar where the quiz occurs and I don’t drink so like, I don’t actually get anything out of it but I still get to say I FORKING WON, you know, and so the Globes is that, just like that. Anyway it’s really hard to see everything in time since I’m in London so we are going to do our best with these thoughts and predictions. Some of you long-time readers might be like ‘wait where’s you amazing list of reviews for every important movie’ and may I remind you that that comes out before the Oscars, where the movies actually matter/when I have had more time to account for the stupid later UK release dates.
BEST MOTION PICTURE,
DRAMA A Star is Born Black Panther BlacKkKlansmen Bohemian Rhapsody If Beale Street Could Talk |
BEST MOTION PICTURE,
COMEDY/MUSICAL Crazy Rich Asians The Favourite Green Book Mary Poppins Returns Vice |
As for the actual Comedy/Musical category, the only great surprise is ‘Crazy Rich Asians’, which deserves the slot and is actually a comedy, so well done to the HFPA. This is the perfect maneuver for the HFPA to get big names of the year, but from non-awardsy movies, to come to their party. ‘The Favourite’ was a great movie and it’s billed as a dark comedy, though to me it was more horrifying and full of nervous laughter, but I concede that it’s the right kind of movie for this category. That Yorgos though! ‘Mary Poppins Returns’ shouldn’t be on this list, not because it wasn’t a musical, which it is, but because it was not good. Most disappointing movie of the year for me. There are 100 movies that should have taken that slot, but none with Emily Blunt and Lin-Manuel Miranda, who the journos wanted to invite, so here we are. Party’s not a party without Lin! As for ‘Green Book’ and ‘Vice’, they should be swapped (with the two musical biopics) to the drama category. I have it on good authority that ‘Green Book’ is clearly a drama. And I guess the foreign reporters find it funny to make fun of America’s downfall so they are calling ‘Vice’ a comedy even though it’s upsetting and depressing? I guess.
Given that these categories are bonkers, it’s hard to pick winners. For ‘Drama’, my vote would be for ‘A Star is Born’, and the Globes seem like the right venue for rewarding that starry successful film. Everyone loves it (I know I know except for two of you reading this, I get it, you hated it) and it was completely wonderful, and it doesn’t hurt that it was a financial hit. For ‘Comedy/Musical’, I think it will be ‘The Favourite’ because it’s actually a dark comedy, it’s a pretty great (though WEIRD AF) movie, and the foreigners voting love them some Yorgos and some Olivia Colman.
Glenn Close, “The Wife”
Lady Gaga, “A Star Is Born”
Nicole Kidman, “Destroyer”
Melissa McCarthy, “Can You Ever Forgive Me?”
Rosamund Pike, “A Private War”
Bradley Cooper, “A Star Is Born”
Willem Dafoe, “At Eternity’s Gate”
Lucas Hedges, “Boy Erased”
Rami Malek, “Bohemian Rhapsody”
John David Washington, “BlacKkKlansman”
Emily Blunt, “Mary Poppins Returns”
Olivia Colman, “The Favourite”
Elsie Fisher, “Eighth Grade”
Charlize Theron, “Tully”
Constance Wu, “Crazy Rich Asians”
Christian Bale, “Vice”
Lin-Manuel Miranda, “Mary Poppins Returns”
Viggo Mortensen, “Green Book”
Robert Redford, “The Old Man & the Gun”
John C. Reilly, “Stan & Ollie”
Amy Adams, ‘Vice’
Claire Foy, ‘First Man’
Regina King, ‘If Beale Street Could Talk’
Emma Stone, ‘The Favourite’
Rachel Weisz, ‘The Favourite’
Mahershala Ali, ‘Green Book’
Timothee Chalamet, ‘Beautiful Boy’
Adam Driver, ‘BlacKkKlansmen’
Richard E. Grant, “Can You Ever Forgive Me?’
Sam Rockwell, ‘Vice’
Bradley Cooper, ‘A Star is Born’
Alfonso Cuaron, ‘Roma’
Peter Farrelly, ‘Green Book’
Spike Lee, ‘BlacKkKlansmen’
Adam McKay, ‘Vice’
The Americans
Bodyguard
Homecoming
Killing Eve
Pose
Jason Bateman, Ozark
Stephan James, Homecoming
Richard Madden, Bodyguard
Billy Porter, Pose
Matthew Rhys, The Americans
Caitriona Balfe, Outlander
Elisabeth Moss, The Handmaid’s Tale
Sandra Oh, Killing Eve
Julia Roberts, Homecoming
Keri Russell, The Americans
Barry
The Good Place
Kidding
The Kominsky Method
The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel
Michael Douglas, The Kominsky Method
Sacha Baron Cohen, Who is America
Jim Carrey, Kidding
Donald Glover, Atlanta
Bill Hader, Barry
Kristen Bell, The Good Place
Candice Bergen, Murphy Brown
Alison Brie, GLOW
Rachel Brosnahan, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel
Debra Messing, Will & Grace
Yes You’ll ‘Sweat’ from All the Anxiety You’ll Feel While Viewing this Distressing Play
It’s Theatre Thursday! Today’s show is the play Sweat by Lynn Nottage, currently playing at London’s Gielgud Theatre until July 20.
You know how society as we know it is falling apart and there’s nothing we can really do about it, so decent (and not so decent, but no one deserves the crumbling of the world) people are suffering in poverty and drug addiction and racism and sexism and classism and overall misery, and we need governments to work together for the people in order to solve any of these societal problems but the people running things are too busy thinking about their own comforts instead of caring about anyone else, let alone all of society, so things are just falling apart for the regular person and it’s all incredibly depressing? Yeah, well, so, Sweat.
Lynn Notage’s highly distressing, highly moving play about Reading, Pennsylvania and the devastation caused by joblessness (as well as the aforementioned –isms) is a hell of a depressing show. Nottage interviewed real citizens of Reading (not including Michael Scott) to research this show, since Reading has notably experienced a horrible decline in employment and 40% of the population now lives in poverty. I don’t know how many times I can say ‘depressing’ in one review but we will probably break that record today. Sweat shows us the lives of a small group of friends and acquaintances in Reading before and after all their lives changed for the worse.
This group consists of people who work at the big factory in town, people who used to work at the big factory in town, and their kids who have little choice but to also work at the big factory in town: Martha Plimpton’s volatile Tracy and her equally hot-tempered son Jason (stereotypical and scarily accurate central-PA white people who probably voted for the cheeto toilet); management-material Cynthia and her son Chris (black people who have to work harder to prove themselves), plus their estranged husband/father who is now an addict; their floaty old-hippie now-drunk friend Jessie; the bartender friend Stan; the bar’s Mexican busboy Oscar; and the good-intentioned parole officer. Yes, parole officer: the show begins with the kids, Jason and Chris, just released from prison. The rest of the show – before returning depressingly (there’s another!) to present day – shows us what led up to their arrest.
If this sounds compelling to you, well good, because we are all living in this world, and Sweat felt like a genuine reflection of the hardships of the working class, from the fear of how quickly joblessness can destroy your life, to America’s opioid epidemic, to how this fear to have someone real to blame for your lot in life can so easily lead to blaming those who are different from you. As someone who tries to focus on making her social justice efforts intersectional, I found a lot of this show a gut-punch of a reminder that some other people who we write off as not caring about people different from them simply don’t have the ability, the time, the luxury of caring about anything except working enough to make enough money to feed themselves to stay alive and then repeat the next day, and all their next days. It doesn’t make them good or bad people (well, some of them are bad people); it just makes for a world where caring for each other isn’t seen as a priority, and so we’re stuck in this vicious cycle of shit.
Nottage’s nuanced playwriting shines best as she develops these characters, along with a pretty remarkable cast. Plimpton was of course incredible, but she scared the absolute shit out of me. She was 100% exactly like some people I’ve met. She even looked exactly like a woman I used to work with: same exact fake blonde hair and gruff demeanor and ease of saying suuuper racist things. She was like half the women in Upper Darby who say “Wha, you think ya better than me?? YA THINK YA BETTER THAN ME?” and then knock over the bar table. That was Tracy, and her white supremacist son never had a chance with her antagonistic tendencies. (NB: Never get face tattoos, just don’t, you’ll never get a job et al., and ESPECIALLY don’t get white supremacist face tattoos. Or, ya know, do, so we know to stay away from you.) I found the whole cast moving and convincing in their individual ways. My favorite was honestly Leanne Best, who had little to do as Jessie but managed to turn her one big scene into the most heartbreaking part of a show that’s all hardship. When she reminisces about how she was supposed to see the world as a young adult but she started working at the factory and never could stop, she keeps repeating the list of destinations she and her boyfriend had memorized as a sort of mantra: “Istanbul, Tehran, Kandahar, Kabul” and so on. Her melancholy and regret at never having left Reading was palpable and tragic, and it was a tiny but wonderful performance.
But the plot teeters a bit, and it’s hard to provide a strong enough answer as to what we were actually supposed to take away from how depressing it all is. I wish, I honestly really wish, that the play had ended a scene early. Once we see all the pre-prison scenes (most of the action is the flashback), we meet again with the parole officer with Jason and Chris. He’s trying to inspire them and get them to really try with their new leases on life, and his scene ends with him talking to both men but speaking to the audience, and saying something super inspiring like “so what are you going to do to make it better? what are you going to do?” and then the theatre blacks out and I was like ‘HOLY SHIT I WANNA DO ALL THE GOOD THINGS! LET ME GO DO THEM!’ and I found it incredibly powerful. But then there was another scene! And, this final scene was clearly supposed to be super moving, but it actually wasn’t, and considering the content, it’s a shame that it just doesn’t work.
Overall, however, it’s a decent, poignant look at modern tragedy. There’s so much nuance about how ingrained racism, for one example, can be. I was blown away realizing how Tracy blames everything on her friend Cynthia’s inability as a low-level manager to stop some huge things from happening in the company, yet completely accepts her (white) bartender friend Stan’s reporting that his boss changed a rule at the bar. This kind of subtle creation of each realistic character makes Sweat a play to see, even if you won’t really learn anything except ‘fork, this is a ball of shit.’
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Sweat ends its short run (intentionally limited; only 50 performances at this theatre) on July 20, but it’s the kind of show that I am sure will be popping up all over the place with regional theatres, tours, everyone trying it on for size given how relevant it is.
If you can get there before July 20, the best seats (I’m SO happy I remembered for my own good!) at the Gielgud, if you pee in the ladies room and pee often, are front stalls, about Row D-K, because the door to the kind-of-hidden ladies (WHY DO THEY WANT TO KEEP THESE BATHROOMS A SECRET) is literally RIGHT THERE, if you are sitting on the aisle stage right (that’s HOUSE LEFT). I was sitting three feet from the door to the bathroom door! It was the best ever! I was so happy! (And then so quickly unhappy, obviously (did you READ the review??)) It was also really well air-conditioned on the hottest day in London so far this summer, so it was nice not to literally sweat.