That's… gonna be a white role, right?
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Intellectual. Epicure. Ephebophile. Honors English teacher Ichabod Crane has an eye for the senior girls he teaches (rumors currently circulating indicate he keeps a calendar, with birthdays carefully marked, locked in his desk). Every girl in class, especially his favorite Katrina von Tassel, wants him gone.
Frankenstallone?
Emma Stone has been digitally replaced with Michael Cera to prevent impure thoughts.
Who can forget Spidey's beloved catchphrase, "I'm gonna cum in your ass!"
Incidentally, I alluded last week to working on a show featuring the music of a respected but one-hit-wonder artist; their signature song will not be in the show. This is for the better.
Yeah, it's worth mentioning that this is a show done in the currently trendy "magic of theatre" style, where instead of flashy special effects and billion dollar costumes, they use low budget effects and create more suggestive or imaginative properties from junk and minimal props. When this works, it's fantastic (see:…
The Taoiseach is one of the last lines of defense against Mordor, right?
The Noah Play actually is a "fat guy, nagging wife" trope with Noah superimposed on it. Scholars consider it one of the first examples of the trope.
In olden days, a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking; now heaven knows… anal thing goes.
The stage version fixes a lot of the Zero plot, low momentum quality by rewriting heavily. Even to the point of hiring not-especially-mainstream musical theatre writers Stiles and Drew to retool the entire score, including the most popular ones, as prickly, frequently complex and dissonant, Sondheim influenced stuff.
I consider live aid more of a charity concert, less of an emergency assembly for a sudden crisis like all the modern era ones have been.
It's no Concert for New York, which is still in my opinion the strongest benefit concert lineup ever.
Robbie wants so badly to be David Bowie, but all the wrong versions of him. Listen to "Please Please;" it's an unwieldy mashup of Glass Spider and Hunky Dory era Bowie affectations.
And/or are Forrest MacNeill.
I thought it was intentional- a therapeutic immersion technique that worked out HORRIBLY but seemed, until the rape, to be working quite well.
He remembers Halloween!
Hey wait, if I'm not allowed to write my career defining musical about the commentariat (and as of January I am not), nobody else gets to!
It's not Danny Elfman- the rights to his music onstage led to a nasty legal settlement a decade or so ago after his embittered record label let the rights out cheap to a limited run Off-Broadway show.