Still Alice…
The hoopla has died down. Awards season is behind us, but I am still catching up. We saw, Still Alice the other day and it was superb. I cried me a river.
The hoopla has died down. Awards season is behind us, but I am still catching up. We saw, Still Alice the other day and it was superb. I cried me a river.
Oscar Sunday. I rolled out the red carpet in our new home and made my family walk it with ‘tude into the kitchen for breakfast…it’s LA so we got with the program. Afterwards, they each had to deliver an acceptance speech, acknowledging my fine frittata.
Friday night I partied like it was 1999.
Head on collision…heavy emotional impact. I rarely have experienced such a visceral reaction to a movie. Whiplash really shakes you up…it is so uncomfortably intense.
Not That Jewish. Breaking News: Not That Jewish is Broadway Bound.
I saw the Broadway play, The River, starring Hugh Jackman last week.
Conundrum. Our last day in Paris and we were stumped. What to do…what haven’t we done?
Pablo Picasso is making quite a splash in Paris. Five years and 52 million euros ($66 million) later, the Picasso Museum finally re-opened last month in Paris.
Since life is a Cabaret, I joined in.
It is possible to meet interesting people on an airplane.
I must really like Charlotte Cohn, my NYC neighbor. Wednesday night we made the trek from Pacific Palisades to Burbank to see her starring in a charming play, Handle With Care. It recently had a very successful run Off-Broadway.
I recently booked an appointment at a Benefit brow bar.
What a show. Not rock ‘n roll, but a talented artist kicking creative butt.
Fall in the Northeast is like being in paradise…never been, but any place my hair looks good is my idea of paradise.
I spent the other night in sensory overload…I was mesmerized by a dazzling new play on Broadway. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time is one of the most engrossing shows that I have seen.
I am overwhelmed and Disgraced.
Several months ago I came out and declared my love and admiration for Joan Rivers.
Get On Up and go see the James Brown movie.
In the suspenseful conclusion of the epic tale of how, If The Devil Had Menopause, spends a Saturday in Los Angeles, I shall conclude the riveting saga about where I stuffed my face (read yesterday’s restaurant review of, Faith & Flower) with a joyous theatre review.
My first weekend back in Los Angeles. The weather is stellar and we are up and out early. It’s all about Santa Monica, the beach and Sunday In The Park with Madison (George is so yesterday).