Hey, guys! I accidentally went to a British play last night. Happy surprise! The 39 Steps is a spoof of Hitchcock's The 39 Steps, and probably everyone but me knew that Hitchcock was English. I don't cope well with frightening films, or frightening books, for that matter, and I may or may not have had a few (ahem, several) Lord Voldemort nightmares. Suffice to say that Hitchcock isn't really my bag.
But Hitchcock parodies certainly are! Arnie Burton's portrayal of Professor Jordan is officially my new favorite evil mastermind ever:
And instead of ending by covering the audience with confetti, as happened when I saw Clay Aiken in that other little Brit parody, Spamalot, bubbles rained on us at the finale. Fun! The best bit of all of this is that, per the IMDB synopsis, all of the absurdity in the play is lifted pretty directly from Hitchcock's thriller. That's kind of awesome. Oh, and there's this: the cast of 4 plays 150 characters, as seen below:
Result: I'm a fan!
And now, for the superimportant Harry Potter news: The Kiss between Ron and Hermione has been filmed, and it was, unsurprisingly, exceedingly uncomfortable for all involved. But mayhap that won't come across on the big screen. I hope the basilisk fangs are included! Daniel Radcliffe has also offered some commentary on the kiss between Harry and Ginny Weasley (which we will be seeing in Half-Blood Prince NEXT WEEK!):
"I saw the film again a couple of nights ago at the premiere and…my God, my lips are like the lips of a horse, kind of distending independently away from my face and trying to encompass the lower half of hers," Radcliffe, 19, said.
"So I apologize for that," he said.
OMG. Radcliffe is so consistently fabulous. I still can't tell whether he is intentionally hilarious in all of his interviews, or if he is just overwhelmingly, Britishly self-conscious. It seems to be the former, but as long as he continues to describe himself as having the lips of a horse, I really don't care either way.
And on the mom front, she visited the Frick Collection yesterday (frolicking about New York while I slaved away at work); last night, I made the mistake of asking her if she'd seen the Bronzino painting of the boy with the ginormo codpiece (in the room with the Veronese that looks exactly like Justin Timberlake, I believe). Unfortch, she didn't know what a codpiece is (isn't that part of Shakespeare 101 or something?), and I had to explain it. So that was awkward.
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