Brava, Meryl. Without rancor and without mentioning the president-elect's name, the most celebrated actor of either sex in Hollywood used her moment to raise her voice against bullying and xenophobia.
Trump responded by calling Streep overrated. Here is my response to him.
Donnie Connie, howling husk,
Belched his bile from dawn 'til dusk.
A movie goddess threw him shade,
So Donnie Connie bawled and brayed.
Copyright © 2017 by Richard J. Rosendall. All rights reserved.
Golden Globes: 'Moonlight' wins best drama, 'La La Land' rakes in awards https://t.co/n4hovjds0z— Washington Blade (@WashBlade) January 9, 2017
Moonlight, my pick for best film of the year, won Best Drama at the Golden Globes. La La Land, which won best film in the musical/comedy category and swept every category in which it was nominated. I did not like it, in part because the leads could not sing. But to each their own.
The making of a luminous scene in Moonlight. Alex Hibbert really didn't know how to swim, so Mahershala Ali actually was teaching him. James Laxton's cinematography, Nicholas Britell's score, the actors' work, all combine to make a beautiful scene in a remarkably powerful movie. This image of a baptism keeps coming back to me. I wouldn't be surprised if it opens the Oscars broadcast.
A year ago today, on the Feast of the Epiphany, I visited NYC to see a matinee performance of Hamilton. That was a theatrical epiphany. I feel no epiphany today. There are not three wise men in Trump's announced cabinet, though there is plenty of gold.
Well thanks for sharing, I guess. Did Kim date a gay man? What is her problem? Even if she had some unhappy personal experience that somehow involved a gay person, that was not the entire gay community. So at best she is using lynch mob logic. If your spouse cheats on you, do you go out and attack some random other person's spouse? Who thinks this is even coherent, much less reasonable? And maybe she is just ignorant and hateful. Do something useful and knock this crap off, people.
Debbie Reynolds says daughter Carrie Fisher is in stable condition after heart attack https://t.co/KirwKv6Ci6— Washington Post (@washingtonpost) December 26, 2016
One of the hardest jobs a parent can have is to face the loss of a child. Carrie Fisher is 60, her mother 84. Both have survived a lot. Both are smart and feisty. A lot of people are sending healing thoughts Carrie's way.
Yesterday and this morning I have seen a wide range of people praising and mourning popular singer George Michael, who died on Christmas at age 53. Our friend John Becker posted this 2011 tweet from him:
It is hard to overstate how heroic an act this was on his part as a popular entertainer. God bless his memory, gone too soon.
Unlike B.H. Obama and H.R. Clinton, Donald Trump has not done his homework. I am waiting for him to pull a Homer. I prefer not to give him that chance. But I am just one small voice.
"TV producers, stop portraying bisexuals as villains" https://t.co/VBnNvfdH7W— Washington Post (@washingtonpost) November 19, 2016
This reminds me of watching plays and movies over the years and noting that characters with deformities almost always represented evil. A person with a hunchback was never just a person with a hunchback. This is a cheap device that should be overcome.
Kate McKinnon as Hillary Clinton performed Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" in the cold open of Saturday Night Live on November 12.
This was the most beautiful moment on SNL in a long time, possibly since Steve Martin's tribute to Gilda Radner after her death. It was followed by Dave Chappelle as guest host with a sharp monologue whose closing line made me proud to be from the same town. Our national challenge will summon everything we've got, but we will get through this together.
This is one of the most brilliant stand-up routines I have seen in a long time. After all these years Chappelle had the same relaxed tone, the same flawless timing, the same sly subversiveness, the ability to nail the truth and mine humor out of the most controversial material.
Chappelle's bit on the Pulse nightclub massacre leaves me in awe (please watch before reacting). His passing reminiscence of his school days in Washington "dreaming of nights like this" was quite touching, and his final message to Trump was devastating. He conveys a similar combination of vulnerability and authenticity as Richard Pryor, whose ability to connect using personal material verged on the miraculous.
This is important beyond entertainment because we need sharp voices who can cut through the mountains of cynical crap that have been fed to us by the likes of Kellyanne Conway. Dave nailed this the way Kate McKinnon did with her cold open by singing Leonard Cohen. Both provided spiritual nourishment that we will need for what is coming. (PS: Dave's Roosevelt reference was to Teddy Roosevelt inviting Booker T. Washington to dinner, which provoked a huge backlash.)
It turns out that Trump can kiss an FBI agent, Vladimir Putin, and a Klan member on live TV and it still isn't deemed newsworthy. Alec and Kate turn in one last funny bit before the election.
Yesterday I saw Barry Jenkins's film Moonlight, based on the play by Tarell Alvin McCraney. It is stellar in every respect, from the screenplay and cinematography to the score and the acting. This is a Best Picture contender. Perhaps the most amazing performance among the excellent cast is by Alex R. Hibbert, who plays 9-year-old Chiron in the first section. He conveys a great deal with very little dialog. This is a movie that calls for multiple viewings.
Once again so fabulous she must be rigged. Laura Benanti returns as Melania. (Note: she will appear at the Barns at Wolf Trap on Saturday, October 29, and will be joined by Potomac Fever of her dear late Uncle Robert's Gay Men's Chorus of Washington.)
Kate McKinnon is the star of this.
Once again, John Oliver is brilliant and hilarious.
Very funny. But of course this is not the first time Hillary's appeared on TV with a clown. Remember the Benghazi hearing? There was a whole carful.
No other songwriter has equaled the power of Bruce Springsteen's searing ballad of a black mother giving her son The Talk. As timely as when it was written after the police killing of Amadou Diallo, it ends on the plaintive notes of a saxophone played by Bruce's dear friend, the late, great Clarence Clemons. Sadly, those who most needed to receive its message reflexively hardened themselves against it. I ask forgiveness for the hatred their cold and heartless reaction stirs in me still. #BlackLivesMatter
Stop Freaking out, NASA Did Not Just Change Your Zodiac Sign https://t.co/0Jd4IvOZdU— ScienceAlert (@ScienceAlert) September 19, 2016
Glamour Magazine has set off a kerfuffle with a story confusing astrology with astronomy.
I got into amateur astronomy as a teenager, and have long known that the astrological sign dates did not match where the sun is during the course of the year. Saturn right now is in Ophiuchus, the serpent bearer, who sticks his foot in between Scorpius and Sagittarius.
But astrology has nothing to do with science, at least not modern science. It is a mystical system. If you really believe that the actual position of a particular planet in the sky has any effect on your life, it is not coming from a rational place. The non-rational (as distinct from irrational) has its place. I'm interested in stars with earth-like planets because they might harbor life.
As for constellations, they are just a convention, though an ancient one. We could make up our own if we wanted. I think the real universe is vastly more interesting than the mystical one. Neil deGrasse Tyson agrees with me, as did my late astronomer friend Frank Kameny. We were all born at different times of year: Tyson on October 5, Kameny on May 21, and I on March 30. As to its meaning, I invoke Edmund from King Lear:
"This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are
sick in fortune, often the surfeit of our own behaviour, we make
guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if
we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion;
knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical pre-dominance;
drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforc'd obedience of
planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine
thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whore-master man, to lay
his goatish disposition to the charge of a star! My father
compounded with my mother under the Dragon's Tail, and my
nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows I am rough and
lecherous. Fut! I should have been that I am, had the
maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing."
A break from the news: The shattering song that helped Donna Murphy win her Tony in 1994, from Sondheim's Passion, reimagined as a duet for Barbra Streisand and Patrick Wilson.
Finally, a recording of my favorite Sondheim song of the past two decades, from Road Show. It's one of the collaborations from Streisand's new album, Encore. She and Alec Baldwin have fun with this.