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Monday, February 5, 2007

Musical Monday: Funny Girl

Pour a cup of coffee and wait for the pictures to load, kittens!


Funny Girl is the story of an ugly Jewish girl from Immigrantville with a great voice and to-die-for nails who, with the help of her transsexual friends, sings her way into a Park Avenue apartment and fucks her way into a better wardrobe, only to lose the one thing she loved the most, thereby becoming an inspiration to an entire generation of ugly little girls and high-pitched little boys.

Or something.

Anyway, we open with the above shot, as a successful and fabulously attired Fanny Brice pouts her way through an empty theater, reminiscing.


Right after we're introduced to Barbra as Fanny, we're introduced to Barbra's manicure which, let's face it, is awe-inspiring.


Barbra demonstrates her "playing the piano backwards" technique, which she developed after her nails reached a length of eight inches.


Then she sits down to have a good talk with her nails and think about the past.


We know we're in the past because Barbra's breasts are bound and she's wearing ugly clothes and her nails aren't visible from across the room. She's back in Immigrantville, listening to her mother and her friends sing about how ugly she is. Barbra doesn't care. She's got talent and a dream. And an eating disorder. She laughs off their concerns and runs off to rehearsal, secure in the knowledge that she only has to wear this shit a little longer and then she'll spend the rest of the film looking stunning.


Other things happen which aren't interesting because the clothes are ugly although Barbra does get to sing about how she's the greatest star and damn, if she's not adorable but then she comes out wearing this, quite possibly the ugliest dress ever made.

Despite that eyesore, she charms the crowd with "I'd Rather Be Blue" and they love her for it, which they have to, otherwise this would be a really depressing movie.


Backstage, before she can get out of the ugliest dress ever made, she meets Nicky Arnstein and totally makes an ass out of herself over him, causing even the ugly little girls in the audience to get annoyed and mutter "Damn girl, have some dignity."


Unfortunately, Nick has a taste for the she-males and Barbra, penisless, just can't compete.


Later, she meets Anne Francis, who for some reason is dressed up like a cake. They hit it off instantly, even though most of Anne Francis wound up on the cutting room floor. Before Anne was completely edited out, she managed to talk Fanny into a makeover by introducing her to a bunch of her drag queen friends.


Now, far be it for us to disparage a great film, but we're pretty sure there were no such things as pre-operative transsexuals back in the early 1900's.


Nonetheless, the film is loaded with them and we have to sit through their preening. Apparently the casting director had a taste for the chix with dix.



If we ever decide to have a wedding ceremony, we're thinking of something along these lines.


Those are total manlegs.


Man.


Men.


Ugly men.

Anyway, Barbra and her tranny posse put on a showstopper and she's the toast of the town. Or at least, of Immigrantville.


Sporting a fabulous drag queen makeover, she takes Nicky on a tour of her block, but he gets freaked out by her constant moaning and leaves.


She continues her moaning after straddling a lamp post.

In all seriousness, watching Barbra sing "People" is, in fact, like buttah. It's a trite little song that she interprets beautifully, acting the most Barbra-ey at the moments when her eyes are closed and she's just singing it.

Anyway, a year goes by, Barbra's hair gets bigger, her eye makeup thicker, and she and Nicky run into each other again.


That night, he inexplicably takes her to a whorehouse for dinner and now that she looks completely transsexual, decides he wants to have sex with her.

Look at that outfit. Only a drag queen would think of an outfit like that. A drag queen named Periwinkle Pussy.


Omar Sharif tries to sing, but Barbra wisely attempts to get away from his shaky scratches. In the end, she gives in and discreetly loses her virginity, 1968-style. By dimming the lights.

Nicky decides to leave again, but apparently once Barbra got herself a taste of the man meat, she knew she couldn't let it go.


She decides to leave the tour even though Anne Francis and the boys try to talk her out of it. They look like a box of crayons wearing hats.


Barbra then sings her ass off -- on trains, in cabs, and on boats.

Seriously, "Don't Rain on My Parade" is the whole reason to watch the movie. The very definition of a show-stopper and she's incredible to watch singing it. Then again, we're pretty sure any woman wearing a mink turban and singing her lungs out would enrapture us.

Blahblahblah. The film comes to a crashing halt once she gets laid on a regular basis. She meets up with Nicky and they have even more sex and then he wins a lot of money and then they get married.


Then she sings a song entirely about her nails.


Her beautiful, beautiful nails.


Somehow during all this nail-filing and singing, she manages to move into a mansion and have a baby.

After the baby arrives, we never see it again. Barbra loses about 35 pounds of hair and starts dressing like it's the twentieth century all of a sudden. We feel like we wandered into a different movie. No one sings and Barbra wears fabulous clothes while looking concerned, mature or as if she's been crying.







Until finally, she has the gender reassignment surgery and Nicky leaves her. Seriously, she looks like a total man there.

Anyway, it's all very sad and serious, and Nicky turns out to be nothing but a loser and a fuckup and he drops her like a bad habit. Barbra is heartbroken, but she steps up for ugly little girls everywhere and takes one on the chin.


And then she walks out on stage, blows the house down and inspires an entire generation of drag queens with one song. One note.

But don't shed a tear for her, poodles. She gets to fuck James Caan in the sequel and he's much hotter than Omar Sharif.


Whew! That was exhausting! Be here next Monday for Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. Hot asses and Julie Newmar! Fag heaven!

Saturday, February 3, 2007

Note from Fabulous Amanda

“Hi Boys,

I had the MOST FUN in Las Vegas... I went to see the 2007 MISS AMERICA PAGEANT! With Kayne!! How gorgeous is this gown!! Kayne always tries to convince me to enter pageants.. and with a gown like this, it really makes me want to! Oh and I had a chance to see some of the samples from Kayne's new shoe line.. HOT! You will all LOVE them! His dress and shoe line is called Johnathan Kayne.

xoxo

Amanda”






You all look fabulous, darling!

Friday, February 2, 2007

And 5, 6, 7, 8!

Alright kittens, just to confirm that we're homosexual down to our very marrow, we're going to talk about something very near and dear to our hearts which is also not

Musical Monday: And 5, 6, 7, 8!

Alright kittens, just to confirm that we're homosexual down to our very marrow, we're going to talk about something very near and dear to our hearts which is also not coincidentally very, very gay.

Musicals, darlings. They're like cinematic crack to us. No matter how bad or busy our day gets, there is no amount of stress that can't be eliminated by watching a big dumb musical. Give us Ann Miller in a ridiculous costume vibrating her legs like a grasshopper and we're in gay nirvana.

But it's not all camp value with us. Even though we can poke fun at the silliness of it all, we love musicals as an art form as well and we bristle when we hear so many people dismiss them as ONLY silly or as relics from another time. In fact, the one thing that will guarantee us getting all huffy and puffy is when someone utters that tired old line about them being "unrealistic."

Puh-leez, bitches.

Movies aren't realistic by their very nature - ALL movies. As an audience member, you always approach a movie on its own terms and passively accept the constraints of the genre or the medium. Whether it's science fiction or your basic romantic comedy, none of them are realistic and if they're good, the audience never really has a problem with that.

Here's something to remind yourself when watching a musical. It's something audiences in bygone eras understood implicitly, probably because they were only one generation removed from vaudeville. What is it? Simply this: the characters aren't really dancing and singing.

What? Is that shocking? Do thine eyes deceive thee? Really, it's true. Liesl isn't really singing and dancing with Rolf; she's flirting with him. The Jets and the Sharks aren't really pirouetting through the streets of Manhattan, they're threatening each other. Barbra isn't really singing that she's the greatest star, she's fast-talking her way into an audition. Gene Kelly and Leslie Caron aren't really dancing their way through works of famous French artists; they're falling in love in the most romantic city in the world.

See kittens, the singing and dancing is merely a way of expressing emotional states or advancing the plot. It's a form of window dressing crucial to the genre and you're supposed to laugh and clap and be swept away by it, but not for one minute are you supposed to "believe" that the characters all broke into song at exactly the same moment. There is of course an exception to be made when talking about certain "stage door" musicals, where all the singing and dancing is done by characters who are performing on a stage, such as Cabaret. Even so, in most of those instances - and most especially in Cabaret - the songs are still meant to tell the story or reveal the characters.

We are always happy to see Hollywood trot out the form for another go 'round (see Dreamgirls), but we have made it our life's work to make people understand how much value lies in those big technicolor extravaganzas of years past. If you really want to know about the social norms of the forties, fifties, and sixties, you could do a lot worse than to start by looking at the musicals of the period. Because classic musicals almost always have at their hearts, the idea of utopia. A perfect world through song and dance and color.

So! To further your education and to have a little fun, we're introducing Musical Mondays here at T Lo. Each Monday, we give some classic musical the patented GayBoy treatment, replete with bitchy screencaps. As penance for our sin against St. Judy, we thought we'd start off with another icon, so on Monday, life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter, bitches because we are taking on Funny Girl.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Wow! We totally didn't see this one coming.

Those damn Project Runway bitches won't let us have a week off!


From Women's Wear Daily:

"Liz Claiborne Appoints Tim Gunn Chief Creative Officer

By Whitney Beckett

Liz Claiborne Inc. is bringing out the big Gunn.

Tim Gunn is joining the company as chief creative officer, a new post — and the first major appointment by Claiborne’s new chief executive officer William L. McComb.

Gunn is stepping down as chair of the department of fashion design at Parsons The New School for Design, but will continue on as task master for “Project Runway.”

For complete coverage, see tomorrow's issue of WWD."

We don't quite know how we feel about this yet. On the one hand, it's wonderful to see Tim get so much recognition. On the other hand, it's a shame he'll no longer be in a teaching role since he's so damn good at it. At any rate, huge congratulations are in order, so Congrats, Gorgeous!

Thanks Siobhan!

UPDATE: More info here.

"Commenting on the announcement, Mr. McComb said: "Words cannot express how happy we are to have Tim on board as our 'Creative Dean.' His mission is twofold: return our culture to one that is friendlier to the creative process and help shape more competitive, consistent and compelling product."

"Mr. Gunn said: "Though this is not something I had envisioned for myself, I jumped at the chance to serve as a mentor, advisor and sounding board for the design and merchandising community within Liz Claiborne Inc. The talent that currently exists at Liz is phenomenal and I am up to the challenge of harnessing and focusing such strength."

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Austin's Runway Collection


Some of you have been asking to see Austin's decoy runway collection and we managed to track down the pictures. A very reliable source confirmed for us a story we'd heard a couple times before: Austin did not know he would be showing at Fashion Week until several months after the final 3 had started their collections. Not only did he not have as much time to pull a collection together as the others, he didn't have as large a budget. We also heard he was none too happy about it.

Because of that and because you really can't judge a runway collection properly without actually seeing it walk down a runway, we don't really think it's fair for us to sit here and judge him with bitchy comments, so we're just going to offer the pictures without comment as a way to close out the season. To us, this isn't really Austin. This is just something he threw together to please the producers. We like some of it. The Revolutionary War-inspired stuff is a little gimmicky but it kindasorta works. We don't really like all the scalloped edges and that red gown is a travesty, but some of the pieces are quite nice and they all have hints of that patented Scarlett sense of drama.








































And with that, our exhaustive coverage of Season 1 comes to an end. We're going to take a week off to get our Top Design blog up to speed and devote a little time to our poor little redheaded stepchild, Tom & Lorenzo. Be back here on Thursday, February 8th when the bitchery starts all over again as we rip into Season 2.

Loveya, kittens!


[Photos: FirstView/Getty Images]


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