haines his way

06/09/2002:
"THE FAUX CARBONARA"

Well, dear readers, here it is, Sunday, the start of a brand spanking new week. I feel this week should be better than last week, because last week we had petty annoyances to deal with and you know how annoying petty annoyances can be especially when said annoyances are petty which, by the way (BTW, in Internet lingo), I find annoying. Speaking of annoying, how about this paragraph?
Last night I dreamed I was at Manderley.
In my dream, I was somewhere doing something (that part is already too hazy to remember), when up pulled a white Cadillac. Out of the white Cadillac stepped Nancy Sinatra who was dazzlingly dressed all in white. Someone was with her (her manager?) and he, too, was dressed all in white and he had white makeup, like a mime, on his face. I went up to Nancy and she remembered me right away. She looked stunning, although I noticed that somehow Nancy was now a cross between herself and Ann-Margret. I then woke up from that dream. Wasn’t that an excellent dream? I call that dream The White Dream, because everything was dazzlingly white, like the cover of The Beatles’ The White Album. That dream had deep deep meaning and if anyone knows what it was, please tell me because I haven’t the faintest idea. I then thought about getting up to go to the bathroom, but before I could I fell back asleep, at which point I had the next dream. In the next dream I was in Las Vegas with the Wechters (and I will be soon, so dreams do come true) – we were being shown to our rooms, which were very strange as I recall. In any case, I was led through a door, presumably to my room, yet I found myself outside and the bellhop was running away, laughing. I wandered around, trying to figure out how to get back in the hotel, which I suppose I did. In the next bit, David Wechter and I were sitting in some theater, and we were fooling around with decks of cards, which we both had. There was some comedian going up and down the aisle for some reason, and he pointed at David and I and said, “They’re cheating.” Suddenly, seven security guards approached us, as the theater was emptied. They gave us the third degree, they grilled us mercilessly, especially one swarthy punk – no matter how we tried to tell them we were just fooling around with decks of cards, they wouldn’t believe us. They let David go, but they held me. Then, one of the security guards was looking through a book and found a rule that said that customers could fool around with cards, and do anything they liked with those private decks of cards, including cheat (even though we were not cheating). Apparently, this was a new rule because it was written in the book in a color different than the rest of the rules. Everyone suddenly apologized profusely, but I only cared about the swarthy punk apologizing, but he’d gone off duty and was nowhere to be found. Then I woke up. Wasn’t that an excellent dream? Wasn’t that just too too? So fraught with meaning, so obtuse and oblique in its detail, don’t you think. Of course, I haven’t the foggiest idea of what any of it means. How come I don’t have the faintest idea what The White Dream means, and I don’t have the foggiest idea what the Las Vegas Dream means? For example, why don’t I have the foggiest idea about The White Dream and the faintest idea about the Las Vegas Dream? And if an idea can be foggiest can an idea be smoggiest? If an idea can be faintest can that idea be revived by smelling salts? I tried reviving a faintest idea by smelling salt but my salt has no smell. So, I left the idea lying on the ground like so much fish. I believe that these last few sentences are actually more obtuse and oblique than The White Dream and the Las Vegas Dream put together. In fact, I haven’t the faintest or the foggiest idea of what the hell I’m talking about.
Did you know that people were posting here until the wee hours of the morning? It’s true. In fact, I venture to say that while Nancy Sinatra/Ann-Margret was showing up in her dazzlingly white Cadillac, there was posting going on right here at haineshisway.com. I like that. I like that there is posting going on in the wee hours of the morning. If I recall correctly (IIRC, in Internet lingo) there were a few posts about the width of these here notes. First of all, these here notes seem to show up on different computers in different ways. But apparently, at times the column is very thin. That is because these here notes are toned and buff with abs and buns of steel. In any case, we can’t distract Mr. Mark Bakalor with such distractions, because he is hard at work designing our new Interview section. I’ve already begun doing the Interviews, and we’re hoping the first of them will be up and running by the end of this month, if not sooner.
Well, I do believe the time has come for all good Hainsies/Kimlets to click on the Unseemly Button. Oh, I know it’s a petty annoyance but let’s do it anyway, just to show the world at large that we are not petty about petty annoyances.

Have I mentioned that today is the start of a brand spanking new week? There are many things happening this week and I’m hoping that none of them will be as annoying and petty as the things that happened last week.
Last night, I attended a one-woman show entitled, Where Do Babies Come From?, which was written and performed by Vicki Juditz. It was all about her long struggle to have a child. She and her husband ended up having a child via a surrogate mother, and the trials and tribulations of that journey is what the evening is about. Miss Juditz is an actress and storyteller and she does a fine job. But, it’s all so personal and even though it’s all true, much of the drama has a repetitiousness to it, that the evening feels long. I also thought that the decision for her to be seated at a little table for the entire duration of the show was a mistake. I know she’s telling a story and she wants the story to speak for itself, but sitting at a table for an hour and forty-five minutes (two hours with the intermission – although she is not sitting at the table at intermission) is an energy-sucker. I mean, you don’t want her to do choreography or anything, but a little carefully chosen stage movement would have been nice and helpful. Still, it’s all from the heart and the writing has some nice moments in it. After the show we met Vicki and she pointed out that the actual surrogate mother of her child was in the audience. In any case, if you like this kind of theater, it’s playing at The Elephant on Santa Monica Boulevard, one block west of Vine.
Prior to attending the theater, I ate dinner at the French Quarter. When I saw that they had my favorite pasta dish, carbonara, on the menu, I asked the waitress if it was good, and she said she loved it, so I ordered it. It was, without question, the worst carbonara ever made anywhere ever. It was actually offensive as carbonara. Once I started thinking of it as not carbonara at all, but just some penne pasta swimming in some milky substance with hard peas and ham chunks and fresh tomato bits, well at least I could eat it. But carbonara? Hardly. However, the appetizer of Popcorn Shrimp was excellent and so was the garlic bread that came with the faux carbonara. For decent carbonara, I recommend, of all places, the California Pizza Kitchen, where they do it quite well – spaghetti in a nice thick cream sauce with nice soft peas and pancetta and no fershluganah fresh tomatoes.
Well, dear readers, it is Sunday, the start of a brand spanking new week – I shall put all the petty annoyances of last week in the petty annoyance bin, including the faux carbonara. Yesterday, I wrote about the book I’m reading, all about the making of Sunset Boulevard, and I erroneously credited the author as Sam Staggis. Then, our very own dear reader, Mr. Ron Pulliam, corrected me and said it was Sam Stagg. At no time, mind you, did it ever occur to me to go and actually look at the book to see what Sam’s name was – then Ron corrected himself, because the author’s name is really Sam Staggs. So, we were both close, but neither of us get a cigar. Well, it is time for me to be on my merry way – the sun is shining and there is not a petty annoyance in sight and thankfully there is no faux carbonara in sight either. In fact, I think the petty annoyances and the faux carbonara go hand in hand in their obnoxious grotesquerie. Is that a word, “grotesquerie”? I like it, and if it isn’t a word, it is now because I have decreed it so. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, if “grotesquerie” is not already a word I hereby pronounce it a word, and if the fershluganah word people have a problem with that they can go eat some faux carbonara. Meanwhile, today’s topic of discussion is, of course, a free-for-all, because today is free-for-all day. Now, I want to see some fine discussions going on, and I will be checking throughout the day and I shall contribute to the various and sundried postings. So, put on your thinking caps and post away, my pretties.

Replies: 41 Unseemly Comments

Donna -- Any word on the progress of the renovation of the Cinegrill?
And Bruce, did you ever get over to see High Button Shoes? I read such good things about it.
Posted by Laura @ 06/09/2002 10:53 AM PST

Miss Susan "Tormented" Gordon wished me happy birthday yesterday! In Japanese! Isn't that just too, TOO divine??? Next time I watch "Tormented," I'll be thinking of that.
Bruce, I think your dreams mean that you are a truly disturbed individual. And I mean that in a good way.
Can I ask a general question, that anybody can feel free to answer? I really have desired an answer to this question for ever so long, and I am seeking succor here. The question is thus:
I have what I consider to be a camp sensibility. Not in a self-conscious way, either; I loved Mae West and Joan Crawford pictures and listened to my mom's musical theater albums when I was but a wee lass. But I do NOT get the appeal of Lucille Ball. Right over my head. She was pretty good in "Stage Door" and like that, but I find her "zany gal" persona pretty grating. And all of the "collectibles" being hawked with her likeness right now...ick! So can anybody here try to explain her appeal to me? I ask this question in all seriousness, and with all due ingenuousness.
Posted by Lulu @ 06/09/2002 11:17 AM PST

Free-for-all, huh?
Well, I have been watching the dvd of Martin Scorsese's THE LAST WALTZ all week long, and I haven't tired of it.
I must add that I'm not a fan of The Band, nor am I especially a fan of Mr. Scorsese, even though he has made several terrific movies, BUT, THE LAST WALTZ is one of those seminal films in my life.
The dvd sure is spiffy! Mr. S. has a commentary track! Two of The Band's members have a commentary track! There's a hot new Dolby Digtal 5.1 soundtrack that really rocks, (well sometimes it rolls, too) and the film itself looks great! You can find the sweat easily on the rock and rollers! You might even be able to decipher just what the heck Mr. Neil Young is chewing throughout his song! Emmy Lou Harris is a dream girl. Hey, this is a time capsule of a great group having their last celebratory concert - on a set from the San Franciso Opera's LA BOHEME.
If you're a fan of 1960's/1970's rock, I cannot recommend this dvd enough!
Okay, that's my free4all, now off to listen to some Nancy LaMott.....
Posted by td @ 06/09/2002 11:37 AM PST

Playbill Acquires Stagebill Publishing Rights:
On Friday I learned that Playbill Incorporated has acquired the publishing rights of Stagebill and Performing Arts magazine. A Chicago boy, I grew up with a fondness and loyalty to my home-town Stagebill. However, I developed a strong preference for Playbill for its logo, presentation, content and Broadway cachet. I had an especial fondness for the thick nineteen seventies and eighties Playbills that contained features better than their current-era counterparts and a well-written “Ask Playbill” column, since defunct. It seems there will be a clear monopoly in the field, and that makes me sad. :-(
Please do not stretch the column—it might snap. If it is to be bigger, it must become so through hard work, low reps at high weight, and lots of sweat over time, if it is to remain buff and flexible.
I luv Ann-Margret and she would be great in a big white Cadillac or Cadillac Winter Garden Theatre.
Posted by freedunit @ 06/09/2002 11:40 AM PST

Faux Carbonara…
bk, is faux carbonara a carbonara copy?
Posted by freedunit @ 06/09/2002 11:58 AM PST

Once upon a time, I lived in Naples, Italy....
...and it was in Naples, Italy, that I discovered spaghetti a al carbonara.
Someone said, "Oh, Ron, you will love this dish!"
So I ordered it. I was with several friends, and they all got their meals at the same time. As the waiter left, he said something to me so rapidly that my meager translation capabilities couldn't keep up.
My friends smiled benignly and toyed at starting their meal.
A moment later, the waiter wheeled up a metal cart. Off came one lid in which was steaming spaghetti. Off came another lid under which there was a bowl into which various ingredients were added, including egg and pancetta and panna (the cream that BK mentioned) and various spices, including fresh ground pepper.
The spaghetti was transferred into this bowl very quickly and much tossing and tossing and flailing with unflagging showmanship and more tossing and tossing until such time as the waiter placed a huge platter in front of me and deposited this concoction onto it. Fresh parmesan was generously spread on top and I had fresh Italian bread in a basket placed in front of me.
For the next 35 minutes, I could have sworn I had died and gone to heaven.
Miracoloso! WHAT A TREAT! And this was a moderate-priced restaurant, too. I bet my food didn't cost $10 including the wine!
Posted by Ron Pulliam @ 06/09/2002 12:24 PM PST

Talking about Nancy LaMott -Does anyone out there have any information of whether the legal stranglehold on keeping her unreleased recordings made public will ever be settled??
Posted by Arnold M. Brockman @ 06/09/2002 12:29 PM PST

Ron,
Dontcha love Italy? Only there can you go to a fairly decent restaurant and get a bottle of the house wine for $4. And even though it's only the house wine...hey, it's still Italian!
Posted by Lulu @ 06/09/2002 12:50 PM PST

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday. What a nice word is Sunday. Someone should write a song called Sunday. Better yet, there should be a musical all about Sundays. Sundays and art. And children. Wait! That's it!
Posted by Lolita @ 06/09/2002 01:17 PM PST

TO LAURA: It looks like July might be a "go" for the Cinegrill reopening. It's still not set in stone. We're waiting for the final word because when they do open, we'll be having the Cabaret West Annual Party there. As soon as I know for sure, I'll pass it on. I think Maureen McGovern will kick it off.
TO EVERYONE: There is a lot of wonderful entertainment out there this month. Click on my name to go to the CabWest website for all the details. Some this group might be interested in are:
1) "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers." A special screening (with new 70mm print) of the 1954 MGM film at the historic Orpheum Theatre in L.A. on June 12.
(2) "Follies" presented by Reprise! Broadway's Best in Concert with an all-star cast at the Wadsworth Theatre on June 15-23 (may be extended).
(3) Cindy Benson (June 17-18) and Lee Lessack (June 24-25) in concert at Saddleback College in Mission Viejo. Tickets are only $17. Part of the Midsummer Cabaret Series that continues thru August 13.
Posted by Donna - Cabaret West @ 06/09/2002 01:29 PM PST

What a fine free-for-all we are having on this fine Sunday.
Ron Pulliam's description of carbonara was/is perfection.
Nancy LeMott's legal entanglements are like all legal entanglements - as long as there is one party who does not wish to behave in good faith then legal entanglements go on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
Good news, if true, about the Cinegrill. Did you know that Meltz and Ernest wrote a song about Sunday? It's called Sunday in My Shorts and is very cute. Perhaps I'll print it tomorrow, if the demand is high enough.
Posted by bk @ 06/09/2002 02:13 PM PST

Did you know that in promoting the Sunday family show The Second City refer to it as “Sunday, Sunday, the little bastards’ fun day”? I heard Richard Kind sing that with the rest of the company…
Maureen McGovern is a wonderful musician with a beautiful voice.
Whoever is holding up the release of the Nancy LaMott recordings has other very serious problems that no court will ever solve.
Does not anyone care about Playbill, Stagebill, Performing Arts?
Posted by freedunit @ 06/09/2002 02:50 PM PST

Sorry, freedunit, I have always liked Playbill better than Stagebill and found the former much more interesting than the latter most of the time.
Bruce: I hereby announce that I am on the top floor of my father's house and I demand that you print Sunday in My Shorts tomorrow. I hope that my demand is high enough for you.
Posted by Lolita @ 06/09/2002 03:00 PM PST

Lolita, I do not think we disagree. I am just very sad to see the loss of a theatre institution of any kind. The loss of competition is not good for the theatre.
Posted by freedunit @ 06/09/2002 03:32 PM PST

Freedunit-About Nancy LaMott-What are the other very serious problems..do you know?
Posted by Arnold M. Brockman @ 06/09/2002 04:34 PM PST

The usual ones that cause one to fall to the dark side of the Force.
Posted by freedunit @ 06/09/2002 05:09 PM PST

Bruce,
I hereby request; nay, I DEMAND that you print the lyrics to Meltz and Ernest's ode to the Sabbath, "Sunday in My Shorts."
Posted by Kerry @ 06/09/2002 05:24 PM PST

BK-
I think we ALL want to read these lyrics! Especially if there is a verse that goes
"Sunday in my Shorts with George"
Posted by Craig @ 06/09/2002 05:58 PM PST

Lucille Ball: I fell in love with Lucy by watching "I Love Lucy."
Sad to say, I ain't been much impressed by her in any movie she was ever in. I like her appearance in the "Bring on the Beautiful Girls" number in "The Ziefgeld Follies (f 1946)", and my favorite movie with her in it is "Best Foot Forward" (Nancy Walker steals that movie every time I watch it).
But it's Lucy Ricardo who captured my heart...Lucy with Ricky and Ethel and Fred. In her later shows with Vivian Vance, in which Lucy played Lucy Carmichael (? Was that the name?) she had lost something, not the least of which was Desi as a foil.
(Closeted "Lucy/Mame" lovers should never be allowed to watch the REAL Mame Dennis, aka Rosalind Russell, again).
Posted by Ron Pulliam @ 06/09/2002 06:20 PM PST

Lulu: I am certainly glad that you have a camp sensibility. I am particularly glad that by that you are not referring to a logging camp sensibility, which would be quite different. I mean, it's fun in it's place, but sadly they rarely mix.
The problem you are having with Lucy is that Lucy was not camp. Lucy was a diva, a diva of comedy. Divas are rarely camp. (Patti LaBelle may be the rare exception, what with her hair, but being camp and a diva at the same time seems to be very hard to pull off.) The one time Lucy came anywhere close to being camp was in the aforementioned Mame impersonation. Only she didn't realize it at the time, which means she wasn't really camp at all. Sad.
Posted by S. Woody White @ 06/09/2002 07:37 PM PST

I Love Lucy
I love Lucy. I love Lucy Ricardo. I love I Love Lucy. I love Desi Arnaz for loving Lucy. I love Lucy Carmichael. I love The Lucy Show. I love Lucy’s appearances in films, such as they are, except for Mame, because it hurt to see her play Mame. [I love Angela Lansbury and she is the one true singing Mame. I love Rosalind Russell as Auntie Mame.] I even love The Long, Long Trailer. Salad anyone?
Sunday in my shorts with George sounds like it could be a lot of fun.
Camp and logging-camp sensibilities cross paths more often than you might imagine… I am not pro-logging, but I am pro-logger. I am sorry to prolong the discussion, but lumberjacks can be hot, which is no secret to certain camp crowds.
Patti LaBelle is a camp diva, and not just because of her hair, but because of her mouth, her booty, and mostly her new attitude. Bette Midler is a camp diva, too, because of her sensibility and her core audience, and I love her!
Posted by freedunit @ 06/09/2002 07:59 PM PST

Sunday in my shorts with George sounds like it could be a lot of fun, especially if he is a pointillist.
Posted by freedunit @ 06/09/2002 08:22 PM PST

Freedunit: but not if he was a coprophiliac...ewwwwwww
Posted by Craig @ 06/09/2002 08:35 PM PST

Eeeeuwwww.
Posted by freedunit @ 06/09/2002 08:36 PM PST

David Friedman (Her producer, arranger, etc)told me in an email that it is the family of Nancy LaMott that are holding up the rights. Because of the legal problems, he closed his record label.
The problem is that the family did not like the idea of releasing recordings that were not meant to be intended for cds. (demos, live recordings not meant for release etc)
Despite doing a beautiful job of mixing her voice and piano with newly recorded orchestarted backing family of Nancy LaMott did not like this and took Friedman to court.
This is also holding up a Hallmark Hall of Fame movie (which probably now will never be produced.)
At the memorial for Nancy LaMott Songwriter and producer David Friedman gave us his reflections of the past 5 years with Nancy, and how he decided that this was a voice that had to be shared with the World and put up the money for Nancy's first album - and produced the four that followed. He told us that there is enough recorded material on hand to produce at least three more albums, and related his deathbed promise to her that he would continue his mission to give the whole World a chance to hear her voice.
So you can see that it is not on Mr. Friedman's end.
Posted by Michael Shayne (Back in Florida) @ 06/09/2002 09:32 PM PST

Am I doing the time warp...AGAIN?
No responses/replies since 6:02 p.m. and here it is 9:42 p.m.
Good Lord! Do you realize that Lolita probably JUMPED because BK didn't get back to the Unseemly Comment Board with the lyrics to that song?
Freedunit: Regarding turning to the Dark Side of the Force:
Is that what comes of too much pills and liquor?
Posted by Ron Pulliam @ 06/09/2002 09:44 PM PST

Now I know I'm not going crazy.
But I must be.
When I posted my last comments, only my comments preceded them...comments I made at 6:20 p.m. As soon as hit the "Post" button, scrolled down, suddenly there's all these other posts showing how active the board has been.
Why, Mark Bakalor, WHY? Is it my lot in life to suffer the purgatory of self-doubt, self-deprecation, self-satisfaction?
(Actually, ummm, just ignore that last choice).
Posted by Ron Pulliam @ 06/09/2002 09:46 PM PST

You must be thinking of dead old Elsie of Chelsea.
Posted by freedunit @ 06/09/2002 09:50 PM PST

Pulliam -- try "refreshing" the page before you post...tis not Markey's fault
Posted by Craig @ 06/09/2002 10:21 PM PST

It sounds like we've solved the Lucy Conundrum. Those who LOVE LUCY do because...they just do. Okay?
This is not a bad thing.
Posted by Lulu @ 06/10/2002 03:40 AM PST

It's almost sold out but I will be directing Broadway Musicals of 1964 at Town Hall in NYC tonight. It's a good show with Liz Callaway, Alix Korey, Norm Lewis, Craig Rubano, Barbara Fasano, Sharon McNight, Tom Andersen and a couple of "guest stars." On Wednesday evening I will be hosting an evening of Broadway songs (especially Vernon Duke) at Don't Tell Mama. No cover charge, but two drink minimum. The cast is trying to talk me into singing a song, too! It will be a very rare singing appearance for me if I do. No Guy Haines am I.
Posted by Robert Armin @ 06/10/2002 05:39 AM PST

Oh, sorry. I was so busy declaring my love for Lucy that I forgot to state why I do: because she was funny. That is all. Not because she was beautiful or nice or any other reason. Just because I Love Lucy was funny, and it carried over and through her other work and public persona. The ability to make people laugh freely engenders a lot of good will.
Oh, so now he is “Markey,” huh? Well.
Posted by freedunit @ 06/10/2002 05:54 AM PST

I would like to thank Michael for reiterating David Friedman's comments regarding Nancy LaMott. With the exception of the Hallmark movie, these are the facts that I have heard since Nancy's untimely death.
Hers is a voice that the world should know, and when I worked for a year on Pawley's Island in South Carolina, our dinner music every night included at least one of Nancy's albums. Customers constantly quieted down and listened, then questioned regarding the voice they were hearing and EXPERIENCING. EBay got quite a few hits those several months from people trying to buy up Nancy's cds.
I'm doing my share of keeping Nancy's memory and music alive.
Posted by td @ 06/10/2002 06:33 AM PST

It's 11am in NYC on Monday, June 10 (Judy Garland's birthday AND my partner's bday also!) and I am having trouble getting into the Radio Show. I was listening normally and at the end of the section from The Girl in Pink Tights I got an error message and now I can't get back into at all. I can get into the regular Web site (obviously or I wouldn't be posting) and page for the Radio show but I can't connect to the show itself. Wonder if anyone else is having a problem at this time. I'll try back later to see if the amorphous "things" have re-set themselves.
Posted by Ben @ 06/10/2002 07:57 AM PST

Things are back to normal. The radio show is running fine! Must have been a momentary burp on the server.
Posted by Ben @ 06/10/2002 08:04 AM PST

Is your partner a male fan of Judy Garland? Just checking out the cosmic alignment…
I love Judy Garland, but I am daunted by the plethora issues of her recordings. There seem to be so many duplicate issues or mulptiple live recordings that I have made no attempt to acquire everything, as I have with a select few other singers. I have all the key major recordings, and I am always on the lookout for a new must-have, but so many of them seem to be repackagings. I think I need the soundtrack of I Could Go on Singing. I wonder if that is available on CD… In any event, Judy Garland, awesome talent.
Posted by freedunit @ 06/10/2002 08:44 AM PST

Thanks for the suggestion that I "refresh" the page.
I thought that since I did not already have the page open that it would "open" refreshed.
Perhaps it's now "Markey" because it rhymes with "marquee".
Man! Would I LOVE to attend Mr. Armin's show!
Posted by Ron Pulliam @ 06/10/2002 09:26 AM PST

I must have JUMPED?
Posted by lolita @ 06/10/2002 09:29 AM PST

Let's ALL fly to New York and attend the show!
Posted by Kerry @ 06/10/2002 09:58 AM PST

Freedunit, Yes, he is a major Garland fan. The stars were aligned that day. You're right, there is so much stuff out there that it's hard to separate the good from the junk. Either of the recent 40th anniversary re-releases of the Carnegie Hall concert are excellent . One of the releases is on gold CDs and put out I think w/the approval of Sid Luft. The other is not on gold CDs. An audiophile would probably notice differences between the two releases, but I don't. I Could Go On Singing was released on CD in March of this year by "Collectables Records". Don't know anything about the label. They put two albums together, the soundtrack from I Could Go On Singing and an album from the 50s I think called That's Entertainment and they use a shot of her from a completely different album cover which has nothing to do w/ICGOS or TE.
Here is a link to the Web site if you're interested in looking at it. http://www.oldies.com/product/index.cfm/id/2839.html
There are no sound links so you can't hear any of the tracks. I really like the movie. I think she's playing so close to herself that it's scary at times. The scene in the doctor's office w/Dirk Bogarde where she talks about performing is wonderful. I also like her in a little know film (except to Judy fans or Burt Lancaster fans) called A Child is Waiting where she works at a school for special children.
Posted by Ben @ 06/10/2002 10:10 AM PST

Ben: Thank you for all the wonderful information. I cannot wait to get the CD and watch A Child Is Waiting! Thank you again!
Posted by freedunit @ 06/10/2002 12:37 PM PST

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