I liked the movie (never saw the play), and thought, save for the guy from Wings, (or Jeffery as he's called in this movie), everyone was well cast. I thought Steven Weber was horribly miscast.
I've always asserted that both Sigourney Weaver and Nathan Lane should have been up for Academy Awards for their roles, but knowing they couldn't be, because they could never actually show their clips on an award show.
On a whim, I checked YouTube and both clips are out there. Both are still excellent, but I was watching Lane's one in particular with a better set of eyes than maybe the first few times I saw the film.
It's not that he isn't spot on and has excellent delivery, but it was his (or the playwright's) message that really kind of resonated this time around.
Yes, he gays it up with his analogy of good and evil by citing certain Broadway shows. And yes, my parent had that My Fair Lady original cast recording and it's odd how accurate he is that we as
And I'm not the most spiritual person, but I get it. Especially at the 6:25 mark - through 6:43. ...and evil is one-note.
But the second old lady gets it right: the only real blasphemy is the refusal of joy.
I suppose in some not so weird way this is a continuation or tie-in of my post from yesterday, though it has nothing to do with love or the inability to love. I'm good and covered on that front - so no worries there.
Song by: Black