Lucia di Lammermoor

The show opens this Saturday night. Mind-blowing peformance by Sara Coburn, the Lucia. It's as high gothic as high gothic gets and I'm so glad I'm a part of it. Plus, i get to wear a pretty dress.

THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA -- by naudy (8)

Okay, so why is it okay for all of your friends to be horrible and dump you because you're growing as a person? Admittedly, it's not nice to stab your coworkers in the back and take their trips to Paris away from them, but is it so bad to wear nice clothes and be sucessful? Is it so terrible to have a high-stress demanding job and to meet those demands? I have a friend who is an assistant and she ALWAYS has her phone with her and it ALWAYS rings. We, her friends, would NEVER steal it from her or give her crap about always being busy. It's just what she does, who she has chosen to be.

In THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA, Miss Andi's friends and boyfriend are much less reasonable. Instead they're sulky and put-out about her not paying attention to them when they want her to. It's not fair. Did she sulk when her boyfriend became a chef? Chefs are never home. Chefs never have the day off. Chefs work 14 days at a stretch and don't come home until well past midnight. This isn't normal but it's good for her boyfriend and part of his dreams. Miss Andi apparently can't have a job that is at least that demanding. Ostensibly, her friends don't like her 'cause she abandoned one set of dreams for another. I don't think this is a problem.

Anyway, of course Meryl Streep is fantastic. The clothing is fantastic. I went to see it with my buddy and we spent the whole time elbowing each other when we recognized things from fashion magazines and exclaiming that so-and-so is also in desperate need of Chanel. I liked looking at it, I loved Meryl Streep and I enjoyed the film. I just wish her stupid friends would have backed off and let her become the person she wanted to be, WITHOUT having her phone stolen.

VEGAS IN SPACE -- by naudy (10)

So, there are movies about campy people and then there are movies which are CAMP. Camp in it's purest most overwrought form, something John Waters knows he dosn't do. John Waters tries to tell people that he makes crap movies, not camp. Camp movies are something else entirely, something indescribably energetic and ridiculous.

VEGAS IN SPACE is camp in it's purest form. Filmed entirely in one man's living room and starring mostly drag queens, it's an amazing testamonial as to what a pack of friends can do if they've got 300 wigs and two metric tons of glitter and mylar to do it with. It's a film that could only be made in the '70's with the blatant disregard for having normal colored hair of skin or, well, anything.

VEGAS IN SPACE is much more charming than BARBARELLA, way less messagy than TO WONG FU, and far less good than PRISCILLA. In fact, this film is nothing like any of those films. It's most closely related to anything by Ed Wood except with color, worse acting, and a lot more laughs. Watch for black market beauty pills, beauty masks, eeiry saran wrap sets, visible wires, and my favorite character, Princess Angel.