Showing posts with label Events. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Events. Show all posts
Creme Brulee, Badgers, and Creationism
The cleverest people in Memphis showed up at the Orpheum to see cult fave Eddie Izzard. On his longest running tour so far, he joked that he went for a run this morning, and "just now stopped sweating." He must have done a lot of sweating tonight; his performance was wildly energetic, and all done under an extremely roast-y looking spotlight; correction, spotlights. Plus he looked great in black pointy shoes, jeans, black tee and a maybe its suede, maybe leather, maybe denim coat with tails. And a red lining.
Izzard took us through 4 billion years of life on earth; from dinosaurs singing All Things Bright and Beautiful through Moses and the burning bush's cousin. There were hints and throw-backs to his previous shows, and die-hard fans recognized the veiled 'cake or death' reference.
Highlights:
His shameless plug for The Riches
Impersonating an appendix longing for some grass
Imitating a cow with its four stomachs and in constant regurgitation pain
The Greeks struggling through their awkward Latin language
It took about five minutes to get into his rhythm of his performance, and with an exuberant audience some lines were difficult to hear. But now that I'm away from the 48 trillion people crammed into the Orpheum, including incredibly shrill clapping (that's right: shrill clapping) and shrieky laughter, I can better appreciate the amazing performance. But I'll still enjoy sitting in my AC'ed living room watching the DVD more.
Love is a Many-Feathered Thing
"I don't know if it was the fashion, or the four of us together, but I felt like myself again."
I felt like myself again with the Sex and the City movie: We get back to the women
s' friendships, and leave the men in the dust. Samantha gets her mojo back, dumps the model, Charlotte gets her pregnancy, Miranda breaks through to her feelings, and Carrie gets Big. There's shocking little sex in the city, or out of it, but that helps to leave the focus on the friendships. The movie goes to a dark place. Literally, when Carrie goes brunette. The movie brings it home with the reality of their lives and (gasp) their ages; especially the New Year's Eve scene when Carrie runs through the snow to get to Miranda who insists she doesn't need her to come over. "What's the good of family when they can't even be with you..." This reminds me, and hopefully the rest of the fans of one of my favorite episodes and lines for the show: they are discussing soulmates, and Charlotte tentatively suggests that they could be each other's soulmates. Carrie gets there in the nick of time (2 seconds to midnight), and they eat dim sum and laugh together.
s' friendships, and leave the men in the dust. Samantha gets her mojo back, dumps the model, Charlotte gets her pregnancy, Miranda breaks through to her feelings, and Carrie gets Big. There's shocking little sex in the city, or out of it, but that helps to leave the focus on the friendships. The movie goes to a dark place. Literally, when Carrie goes brunette. The movie brings it home with the reality of their lives and (gasp) their ages; especially the New Year's Eve scene when Carrie runs through the snow to get to Miranda who insists she doesn't need her to come over. "What's the good of family when they can't even be with you..." This reminds me, and hopefully the rest of the fans of one of my favorite episodes and lines for the show: they are discussing soulmates, and Charlotte tentatively suggests that they could be each other's soulmates. Carrie gets there in the nick of time (2 seconds to midnight), and they eat dim sum and laugh together.The Big Deal
I can't even bring myself to discuss the cheesiness of Mr. Big. Copying love letters from famous people? Seriously? As my very hetero male roommate pointed out as I was re-watching Season 5, Mr. Big is the Big Cheese. I never noticed before, probably completely distracted by his tall dark and handsome. So was he a billion times more cheesy in the movie? Or had I just been made aware?
The Party
As for our SATC party, the cosmos were fabulous. The audience at the Friday night 10:10 p.m. showing was surprising. Packed sold out house, and everyone participated. Maybe it was the cosmos, but it actually didn't bother me and made the experience more fun. And we weren't the only women dressed up. Just the best-dressed.
Here's to the next 50 years...
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