Angels in Ann Arbor

I’ve got “Love Actually” on right now, this has got to be my favorite movie ever. I’ve already rerun the part where Hugh Grant dances around the house to “Jump for my Love” about three times. And then there’s the part where the orchestra appears out of the audience at the wedding, and then when the weird British guy goes to Wisconscin to pick up chicks, and the funeral scene with “By Bye Baby Goodbye.” I don’t think there’s another movie that makes me laugh and cry as much as this one does (What author doesn’t dream of a pretty girl stripping down to her goodies to chase a manuscript into the water).

Has anyone seen the HBO version of “Angels in America?” That was the first real big mother of a play I read in high school when I was first forming as a playwright. I’m not normally a fan of televised plays, but this version was amazing and I can only imagine how amazing it would have been to see on Broadway. If you haven’t seen it, go out and rent it today. But those aren’t the angels I’m talking about.

I saw the musical “City of Angels” this weekend. I love musicals, I love mystery novels, and I love movies; so how did I not know this existed until just recently? The score is a very cool mix of post modern blues and big band and the intertwining stories of a hardboiled PI named Stone looking for the daughter of a wealthy woman and Stine the mystery novelist fighting for his artistic vision with the slimy movie producer are a treat. As a mystery writer, there were several surreal moments with Stine but the best scene is the song that closes the first act. Stone and Stine are arguing with each other and they break into the song “You’re Nothing Without Me” (which by the way, I hope *someone* will be singing at Bouchercon karaoke).

For a university cast, this was a group of all-stars. The director, composer, and choreographer all had Broadway experience but it was the students who really wowed me. The guy playing Stone was my favorite. He had the voice and look of a classic PI and he played the part straight without winking or mocking. His voice was powerful and he nailed the rafters with his high notes. I was shocked to find out later that he is only a sophomore.

If I can’t live in New York or Chicago, Ann Arbor has got to be the best theater town around. I think I may even go see “Hair” at the local high school.

15 thoughts on “Angels in Ann Arbor

  1. I used to get uncomfortable. Then I realised. Bryon’s gay. Took me a while to adjust, but I’m there now. I just wish he’d come out of the closet.”I’ve got “Love Actually” on right now, this has got to be my favorite movie ever.”Ah, wait. I think he just did.

  2. Yeesh. You two obviously don’t get the whole “straight men who dig musicals” thing, which granted belongs more to a previous generation of males who frequented New York city a hell of a lot, but still. Bryon’s not gay, he’s just a throwback.

  3. i love this blog. it’s so gay! er i mean – yeah.i actually think Love Actually is one of those chick flicks that is ok to be appreciated by a guy. Like Notting Hill. maybe because they’re both british. who knows. anyway – I love Bill Nighy’s character in that movie.I can also comment on seeing Angel’s in America – since it’s like 87 parts long, I’ve only seen like, parts 1, 3, 4, 6, maybe? but what I’ve seen, I really liked. For some reason every time I tuned in, was the part where Emma Thompson comes through the roof shouting and screaming with fire…

  4. Oh man, and here I thought Christin would stand up for me. I can’t expect Dave and Ray to stand up for me because they can barely walk upright themselves. Actually, I don’t believe either of them are grunt grunt guys guys who don’t get me. I think Dave gets uncomfortable reading this blog because he sees a lot of himself in me but he’s too big of a sissy to express it on his own blog so he restorts to basketball. And Ray, well Ray used to be a receptionist.

  5. USED TO BE! USED TO BE!And no, I think you’re metrosexual, if anything. But seriously, LOVE ACTUALLY? Apart from the Bill Nighy character (who’s still a hopeless stereotype), it’s really complete and utter bollocks from beginning to end and more than slightly offensive in its “Cor Blimey, Britain is sooooooo cool…” thang.

  6. Don’t encourage him, Christin. He’s got to learn to stand on his own two feet.Even if those feet are encased in a pair of Gaultier patent leather pixie boots. Lilac ones. With little bows.

  7. Don’t you worry Bryon, as your dysfunctional, internet family we love you unconditionally. Just because you’re ‘different’, it doesn’t mean we don’t care.Just as long as you don’t love ‘Brigadoon’ – in which case all bets are off.

  8. “I think Dave gets uncomfortable reading this blog because he sees a lot of himself in me.” Writes Bryon, openly fantasizing.And John’s well-recorded foot fetish rears it’s well shod sole once again!This blog should be called:Copulating with Enmity

  9. LOVE ACTUALLY is great.BRIGADOON, not so great, but I’d probably rather watch it than SOUTH PACIFIC.Straight dudes who dig musicals are studs–and I’ve got the twin boys to prove it. They get the SINGIN’ IN THE RAIN version of GOOD MORNIN’, including the Nothin’ could be grander than to be in Louisiana in the mornin’! Good mornin! patter and their mommy and daddy sing counterpoint on THE INCHWORM.The real question is SINGIN’ IN THE RAIN or THE BANDWAGON?

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