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I can't review All About Me, not really.  It's not a reviewable sort of event--possibly for anyone, certainly for me, who have no context of previous experience to measure it by, except vague memories of The Carol Burnett Show and similar revue-type TV shows from the distant past.

So.  My experience of the musical revue All About Me, starring Michael Feinstein and Dame Edna Everage.  By Delia.

First of all, I was sitting by Vincent from Beauty and the Beast.  Big guy in a Missoni sweater and black flared jeans, a long mane of tawny blond hair (either uncombed or teased--I'm going with teased) and a fluffy beard.  I did not ascertain the color of his eyes.  He took up a lot of space.  I ended up practically sitting on Ellen's lap, which was cozy.

Second of all, there are gendered programs.  Half of them had Feinstein on the cover, and no mention of Dame Edna inside.  Half of them. . . well, you can guess.  I got an Edna program.  Ellen got a Feinstein program.  And that, it turned out, was the narrative thread of the evening and most of the jokes:  Two highly self-involved personalities sharing a stage and, ultimately, a show. 

Now, I have to confess that Dame Edna's humor is not my favorite kind of humor.  Most of the topical popular culture jokes flew right over my head and out the door.  And making fun of an audience member's outfit is more likely to make me squirm than laugh, even though I know the audience member was totally unfazed and the whole joke depends on the utter, over-the-top, spangled, eye-aching hideousness of Dame Edna's own costumes.  I enjoyed the gladiolis, though, and the Koala bears.  And I loved Dame Edna's rendition of "The Ladies Who Lunch" and all Michael Feinstein's renditions of the Great American Songbook (although if he'd taken "What Kind of Fool Am I" any slower, we'd still be in the theatre).  And I'm a fool for medleys where the songs pick up from one word in the last one, if you can follow that.  And Jodi Capeless, as the Stage Manager who keeps the squabbling stars in line, singing a wonderful number while they're changing, including all the light and scenery cues, was simply worth the price of admission.


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negothick
Feb. 25th, 2010 06:28 pm (UTC)
Sounds like my kind of show. Michael Feinstein makes me uncomfortable because he does all the same shtik I do, only on a grander scale and much much more polished--but I love Dame Edna.

I've been thinking about Vincent and the TV Beauty and the Beast show, since that's part of my paper for ICFA this year. SO I take it that you were not sitting next to the much-aged and shrunken Ron Perlman, but some younger Beastly avatar.
deliasherman
Feb. 28th, 2010 03:31 pm (UTC)
You're right--just a Beastly look-alike. A little unsettling, really.
scbutler
Feb. 25th, 2010 06:41 pm (UTC)
Dame Edna's never been my cuppa either.
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