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There are four movies coming out this holiday season that I must. See.

Most predictably, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, starring (not really, but he SHOULD be the star) my aging British boyfriend Alan Rickman. This is a given.

Also, I'll need to see Narnia. I could never get past Voyage of the Dawn Treader because after that the original kids were gone and I had no interest in getting to know anyone else, but I feel like this movie might be my springboard back into that series, and that I might be able to get interested in the rest of them. So, although I find it creepy how Disney's been holding Christian-music festivals in the Magic Kingdom to promote this movie, it looks gorgeous and I can't wait to see it.

Next, also fairly predictable, The Producers. Sure, I was upset at first that they made a movie of the musical. But then, I was also upset, way back when, that they made a musical of the movie. But when I saw the musical, I found it lots of fun-- the (new) music utterly forgettable but not ear-searing, and Nathan Lane's performance well worth it. So I'll just dust off my trusty Ability to Separate Different Works of Art and enjoy it. Although why Will Ferrell is in it, I'm not entirely sure... (HABEN SIE GEHÖRT DAS DEUTSCHE BAND?)

And. And... like it's any secret-- like I'm so much more refined in my musical tastes than I was at 17-- like I'm so much different from the cheese-loving teenager I was... I cannot fucking wait to see Rent. Hooooooohhh my god. Every time I see that commercial I am slammed back to my near-Rent-head days (yes I even waited overnight on the rush line once, just once) of my teenhood, and it's all someone's fault, she knows who she is...

Hey kids, I may love Sondheim, I may hate Andrew Lloyd Weber, I may think Jason Robert Brown can kick Adam Guettel's ass and that Michael LaChiusa and Marc Shaiman need to kiss and make up, I may, as Buddy says, talk champage, but I am strictly beer. I know it's cheesy, overplayed, overhyped, and no, I don't think it was the Musical Revolution That Changed the Shape of Broadway forever. (Tragically, I think it may have been Mamma Mia, or even further back, maybe even Grease that did that.) But Rent is not all badly-written songs and melodramatic shlock. Honest. It's got some good music. It's got some good characters. It had some great performances.

Some of the music is ridiculously overplayed (Seasons of Love WAS a good song the first three or four times I heard it). Some of it is boring (Without You, Your Eyes-- the biggest joke of that show is that that's the shit that Roger considers his masterpiece.) Yeah, yeah. Some of it is great. (Santa Fe and La Vie Boheme never get tired for me. Christmas Bells is some of the best counterpoint ever. And my favourite number in the show, You'll See, Boys-- why is that one so underappreciated?)

So... yeah. Gotta see me that movie.

As long as I'm ranting and raving like a lunatic and exposing myself for the shlock-loving cheesemeister that I am, Joss Whedon was REALLY influenced by Stephen Sondheim, did you know? Um-- his three favourite songs from the three shows he talks about (Sweeney Todd, Sunday in the Park, Pacific Overtures) are also MY favourite songs from those musicals. Spot-on.

He's god. That's just how it is. Holy smokes. Anyway, it's a great article.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:58 PM | shower me with attention

I'm lurking on a message board and someone wrote this and it made me lose it:

On the other side of the island... Charlie? Shut your Hobbit hole.

I laffed and laffed.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, never you mind.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:52 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, November 10, 2005

It's cold out.

I don't know why I'm maintaining this blog anymore, I honestly have nothing to say anymore that isn't a complaint or a dull observation about the weather.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:51 PM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Ouch Riley is stepping on my hair ouch ouch.

I got caught in a downpour walking home from the PATH. Then I came home and marinated 3 pounds of turkey.

And that's the only way that today is different from yesterday.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:28 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

They're showing the early episodes of Roseanne on Nick @ Nite. They're so sweet and sincere. Startlingly.

Um. Let's see. That's about all I have right now.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:35 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, November 07, 2005

I can't stop thinking about Christmas.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:24 PM | shower me with attention

Sunday, November 06, 2005

I went to my parents' house to check in on the kitties, and found that I got some MAIL, and it was a notice for JURY DUTY.

How can I be called for jury duty in NYC when I live in New Jersey now? That's so unfair. Steph told me it's because I didn't get my non-driver's ID switched after I moved. Well how'm I s'posed to know you have to do that? Now I have to take time off from work ANYWAY to go down to Foley Square and prove to them that I live in Jersey now.

Oh, yeah, and tonight for dinner I had a cheeseburger. Fries. And a chocolate milkshake.

Ohhhhhyes I did.

Tomorrow is another day.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:41 AM | shower me with attention