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Homage to great cinema was a theme at two events at the Museum of Modern Arts this week. On Monday, in an evening hosted by the Hamptons International Film Festival, photographer Bruce Weber showcased excerpts from “Nice Girls Don’t Stay for Breakfast,” his documentary-in-progress about Robert Mitchum. Through Weber’s lens, the Hollywood tough guy of Westerns and noirs, the creep in the
original Cape Fear with deep cleft chin and eyes at half mast emerges as a shy, modest, non-celebrity jamming sweetly off-key with Dr. John, Marianne Faithfull, and Richie Lee Jones.
A Q&A with Alec Baldwin following the screening showed yet another side of Baldwin who should have his own late night Letterman style talk show. Trading anecdotes, Baldwin spoke about Weber’s provocative work in Calvin Klein ads, photographing hunky models bulging in jockeys, recounting how Marcy Klein, in an intimate moment would see her father’s name on her date’s underwear.
The big question of the night, how did Weber get such candid footage from interview phobic Mitchum who eluded the invitations of Barbara Walters, Dick Cavett, and Larry King. Weber, in signature head scarf, is disarming and sly, telling how he sent beautiful women with gifts to Mitchum’s door.
On Tuesday, Paladin president Mark Urman emphasized the importance of premiering another documentary, Great Directors, at MoMA, one of the first institutions to recognize film as art as well as industry. Director Angela Ismailos wanted to talk to legendary directors to discover what makes them great. The result is an engaging moveable feast with Bernardo Bertolucci, Agnes Varda, David Lynch, Stephen Frears, Ken Loach, Liliana Cavani, Todd Haynes, John Sayles, Catherine Breillat, Richard Linklater interwoven with evocative clips from such classics as The Night Porter, Les Liaisons Dangereuses, ThenConformist, The Gleaners, Eraserhead and Mulholland Drive, to name just a few. Admittedly this is a subjective list inviting the film lover to make up one’s own-- and more, to revisit these beloved gems.
MoMA was packed with directors Bob Balaban, Oren Moverman, Mira Nair, Daryl Wein, documentarians Barbara Kopple, Ellen Kuras, actors Oliver Platt, Susan Sarandon, Marisa Berenson, Ben Shenkman, Stella Schnabel, performers Laurie Anderson, Moby, and artists Chuck Close, David Salle who stayed on for dinner in the museum’s lobby and sculpture garden. The image of Marlon Brando reaching for the butter in Last Tango in Paris lingered.
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Tony nominees Linda Lavin, Chad Kimball, Montego Glover, Valeria Harper, Jan Maxwell, Stephen Kunkel, Stephen McKinley Henderson, and Katie Finneran were among those walking the red carpet at Cipriani 42nd Street Monday night along with others of the theater community: Harry Connick, Jr., Tommy Tune, Liz Smith, Phyllis Newman, Pia Lindstrom, Jimmy Nederlander. The occasion: the annual American Theater Wing gala, celebrating the work of composer Frank Loesser, a prelude to the big Tony night coming up this Sunday.
Here is a glimpse of this tribute, a big night on its own: Memphis's Montego Glover said no to canapés, slight in a yellow gown, while her co-star Chad Kimball spoke laughingly of the wear and tear on his body in the demanding role as the young white D.J. who falls in love with the Memphis sound, and the black girl who performs the music like no other. Stephen McKinley Henderson, quietly forceful as Denzel Washington's best friend in Fences. Jan Maxwell, hilarious in the bedroom farce Lend Me a Tenor complained of being asked the same questions by reporters. Or rather, had the same answers for reporters? Looped may have closed, but Valerie Harper is conveniently in town filming a movie, and Linda Lavin, lovely in an off the shoulder purple gown was pleased when I said I took her side in the play Collected Stories. “You're a writer, aren't you?” she said, knowing that her role as the older novelist whose life story is taken as material by her young assistant, resonates.
Praising Katie Finneran for her killer performance in Promises, Promises, I confessed I fell out of my chair. I love that, she said, I love the unpredictable ugly laugh. Glancing at her watch, “this real pro” disappeared before dinner because they had a performance making up for missing on Tony night. It was only 7:30, and Finneran was not to appear until the second act, leaving the rest of us to ponder, what does she do during Act I, while waiting to go on? Cornering the very tall Tommy Tune, I asked what his favorites were. “Next Fall for Best Original Play,” he said, “because it made me think long after leaving the theater. And American Idiot for Best Musical, but those of us over 40 may need ear plugs.”
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A 20 year old Neil LaBute! play, Filthy Talk for Troubled Times was revived in a staged reading to benefit MCC Theater at the Lucille Lortel Theater on Thursday night. You know you are in this playwright's libidinous world when the word penis is used in the first few lines.--and by Julia Stiles no less, as a waitress, one of two. The other is Alice Eve. They serve two tables of two men: Craig Bierko, Johnny Galecki, Josh Hamilton, and Justin Long. The unnamed men and women do not actually talk to one another as they mouth fantasies and fondle verbal genitalia. Language is what they dish up-in indiscrete riffs: you learn the versatility of “cunt,” the phallic nature of urban architecture, the pleasures and pain of a man sandwich, the damage done to a boy coming in on his father whose member is inserted in the woman next door, the resilience and fragility of twisted balls, of egos of each gender. Frank Sinatra's “I've Got You Under My Skin” is more than background sound.
This play was written before LaBute added narrative to his repertoire: Fat Pig and last season's reasons to be pretty, both MCC productions, attracted such fine actors as Jeremy Piven, Keri Russell, Andrew McCarthy, Marin Ireland, Thomas Sadowski, to name a few. As Bernard Telsey, MCC artistic and casting director, said at the after party at Ramscale, actors are always drawn to the edgy, sexy characters in Neil LaBute plays. And this ensemble got their filthy talk down in 48 hours!
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