After the disappointing (and sometimes infuriating) Spring and Summer, Fall was a gift from god. I adored every single second of it. Okay maybe not every single second but the vast majority of the time I was ecstatic. It felt absolutely perfect, maybe because I so badly wanted it to be but also because it was just so good. Instead of Fall, it could be called 100 Minutes of Epic Crying Fits. So much was so beautiful that I sobbed in that choky hyperventilating way. But that’s good! That’s great, really. That means it hit me how I wanted it to.
“Hairspray” is one of the best musicals, it really is. It’s a perfect first musical for newbies, it’s a perfectly written musical for musical lovers. Everyone can identify with it, unless they are white supremacists, and then they shouldn’t get to enjoy musical theatre anyway. I was lucky enough to see “Hairspray” on Broadway with a lot of the original cast but with Michael McKean taking over for Harvey Fierstein as Edna. And the 2007 movie is spectacular. The cast premiered numbers from it back at ShoWest (now CinemaCon) in 2007, which I went to. It was all these old white people at the convention and then me fangirling like a crazy person, jumping up and down at the foot of the stage while Harvey Weinstein was like, you need to calm down. (And then I got a picture with Nikki Blonsky who yes may be troubled but she is a f-ing amazing talent.) The movie is so good that even John Travolta’s performance, which at first I didn’t like, is now my favorite. After seeing it 100 times it really grows on you. Suffice it to say, “Hairspray Live!” had big shoes to fill for me. It didn’t, but it’s such a great show that even a lackluster production of it is still an enjoyable few hours.
Hoo boy, was ‘Summer’ a doozy. I experienced a roller coaster of emotions – I was angry, I was sad, I was even angrier, I was frustrated – and that’s all directed at the Palladinos. We learned something new and super annoying about the Palladinos, or as I’ll now call them, the Tweedledee and Tweedledinos, from this episode: They hate millennials. Yup, the people who created one of the most beloved and important shows of this much-maligned generation also believe all the very stupid and baseless bullshit spread about millennials – that they’re lazy good-for-nothings who all end up back living with their parents because of their own bad decisions. They are like those idiots who believe that the fact that millennials can’t buy a house at age 25 from a median-income 9-5 job like their grandparents could is their own fault, and not, as it is, the fault of those grandparents. Nothing is more ignorant and, really, basic than uninformed derision of millennials. Conclusion, the Palladinos are basic bitches.
Whereas “Winter” opened with the audio clip of all those famous quotes, “Spring” tiptoed in with a quiet cold open in the therapist’s office, where Emily and Lorelai sit in near silence. It felt very weird, and I kept anticipating the credit or ad break that never came to break the tension. The opening scene in general seemed just…off. The idea of Lorelai and Emily going to therapy together, teased at the end of “Winter”, seemed really promising, an exciting new way to explore their relationship, if a little too conveniently and transparently set up. But, with all the potential such a setting had, it was all squandered. I was bored, nothing happened, they had zero important exchanges, just Lorelaid asking what the time was. I felt cheated out of what should have been great!
I <3 Diversions
Entertainment is a ridiculously big part of my life. I grew up in movie theatres, so in my family you have to see pretty much every movie to make it in conversation. This pop culture knowledge has extended to television, music, and, for me, the theatre. To quote Abed, I like liking things, so there's that.