Okay.

To all you people who believe that you can move up to New York and “make it”, be advised: you most likely can’t.  And “Grease: You’re the One That I Want” isn’t what happens to people in the business.  Some jock out of New Jersey who has NEVER sung before doesn’t get put through to the final auditions because he has “star qualities.”  And if you’re 42, you’re NOT gonna be Sandy on Broadway.  And if you’re 300 lbs and 16 years old, don’t cry and say that you carry yourself like you’re, you know, like, 20 or something.. because YOUR MOM TELLS YOU THAT ALL THE TIME.

In short, I have close to twenty friends who have moved up to the Big Apple to “make it”.  Two of them work regularly.  TWO.  And one because he fits a niche and he works it, hard.  He doesn’t get to be the ingenue.  He doesn’t get to be the lead.  But he’s damn good at his niche. 

It pisses me off to watch that crap on tv.  I’ve done dance combos more difficult in Christmas Carol auditions.  I’ve sung better in kareoke bars.  I’ve seen more talented people on street corners, and I’m angry that we’re lowering the standard for tv.

Granted, this TV show IS bringing visability to a struggling Broadway.  It is making people interested in musical theatre.  Maybe a whole new generation of kids will become inspired to move to New York and wait tables.

I should stop now, because from across the room, Bryan asked why I was pissed, because I was “typing angry”.  Coming tomorrow: things we learned about eachother this weekend.  I know; you’re excited.

We went to see “The Producers” yesterday afternoon, which was a lot of fun.  Lots of slapstick, lots of physical comedy, and lots of laughs.  It was my second time, but it was fun going with a virgin to the show.  It was a nice way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

Then we went to see Children of Men.  OHMYGOD.  To be fair, we had trouble deciding between going to see that or Primieval, but our early itinerary made way for Children to be the choice.  Neither one of us really knew what to expect, other than it was a mirror production of Ron’s movie, Like Moles Like Rats, and the movie began.

I haven’t been so pulled into a movie in a LOOOONG time.  This is a movie everyone needs to see.

Now, let me be clear: it is a HARD movie to watch.  The dehumanization that occurrs, the raw gore and suffering, was hard to stomach.  Me, who revels in blood and guts and horror, squirmed a LOT during this movie.  Not so much because it was blood, but because you could see it happening TODAY.  Although the movie is set in a fictional future, 2027, there was nothing so far out of reach that you couldn’t visualize it happening.  There were echoes of Abu Ghraib, of Gitmo, of Auschwitz.. of all the horror that the human race is capable of.

But there was also hope.  There was well-placed humor.  There was a (somewhat) happy ending.  I cried – A LOT — and I hated humanity through a lot of it.  It definitely makes you reassess everything you believe about immigration control.

And Clive Owen is hott.

Anyway, it’s the movie of the year.  Hands down.  Go see it.

This goes out to Bryan, who blessedly rose this morning at 7:30 to take care of the dogs, so I could sleep in until 9:30.

James Lipton: What is your favorite word?

Eddie Murphy: New.

James Lipton: What is your least favorite word?

Eddie Murphy: Queef.