Doing some serious "Candle in the Wind" shit...
Dudes with the facial hair already...STOP IT. I am wretching at every word of this post; not because of the pussy smell/taste (often great) but because the idea of ANYTHING stagnating in some dude's effing FACIAL HAIR for any period of time...just...BARF.
I expect, nay, DEMAND you two kids kiss and make up! (In front of me at the next B-Town meetup, obvs.)
This may be the greatest thing ever to happen to a Mercury staffer. EVER. Totes jealous. What did he SMELL like? Please don't say salami and Drakkar.
Hey asshole, WTF did Reymont's comment have to do with "dressing too sexy"? You're an idiot.
GO TEAM GRAHAM! (Even if I do think he's on his manses this week, and is especially ornery.)
This one-woman show (a difficult task already from an actor's perspective, and often an exercise in exasperation at best from an attendee POV) was easily one of the best theater experiences I've ever had. FWIW, I also usually dislike theater in general. I dunno how a theater snob would feel about it, but I thought Eleanor was engaging, talented, and beautiful telling an honest and compelling story. Screw the nay-sayers.
Mother. FUCK. This a supremely satisfying review composed entirely of awesome. Thank you, Mr. Onstad.
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