Attired in a cruelly clingy black tights-and-tunic ensemble, Ms. Somers re-enacts or describes triumphs and traumas from her personal and professional life for a grinding 95 minutes, on a stage adorned only by a pair of video screens, an armchair, a prop phone and a coat rack. (It is curious, and telling, that Ms. Somers's magnified, two-dimensional presence on the video screens continually draws the focus away from the woman herself.)...Hilarious!
"I believe that everything that happened to me in my life is a blessing," Ms. Somers says in the show's waning moments, offering implicit comfort to those in the audience dogged by ill fortune. This is a simplistic and solipsistic philosophy to espouse, but it comforts me to know that Ms. Somers still believes this bromide, because, as even she would have to admit, the blessing I have hereby administered is unusually well disguised.
July 18, 2005
"A drab and embarrassing display of emotional exhibitionism masquerading as entertainment."
Ooh, is Charles Isherwood ever mean to Suzanne Somers in this review of her Broadway show "The Blonde in the Thunderbird."
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Suzanne should've figured out that the way into a decent NY Times review is to include a moment of Bush bashing.
She must really be a dumb blonde.
I loved his line "...a victory over low self-esteem often comes at the price of a swan-dive into narcissism."
In fact, tickets are as high as $90. Still better than her peer, Farrah Fawcett, whose show a couple of years ago didn't even open--it closed in previews. Perhaps this should have as well. You couldn't pay me enough.
Seems more motivational speaking than entertainment!
OK Ann, what would we have to pay you to go? I am guessing greater than $1500.
She should entitle her show "One's Company". "Please don't knock on my dooooor. No one's waiting for youuuuuu."
I think she did John Ritter (RIP) and Joyce WHF a favor ignoring them for all those years. She put the "strange" in "estrangement" (to echo an earlier thread).
Oh! And it should go without saying that whomever shelled three digits for a Suzanne Somers one woman Broadway play deserves the experience and the loss of dollars and time. Money can be earned back, but those 95 minutes are gone forever.
When does Adrienne Barbeau (sic) go on? Valerie Harper? The list could be endless. Sally Struthers, Erin Gray, Pam Dawber, Joanie Cunningham (Erin soemthing). Why retread movies into musicals? Actresses from marginal (excpet Harper form MTM -- an swesome show) '70s/'80s sitcoms into one-woman shows is the next wave. Laverne AND Shirley as you've never seen them before! I'm out. I've exposed way too much useless pop culture info.
Any relation to Christopher Isherwood?
;-)
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