I know I haven't blogged in forever...

... but I've been busy watching Samantha Who? I trust you'll forgive me.

Anyway, I hope everyone is enjoying fall. In the comments, please leave either the best "Oscar season" movie you've seen since Labor Day, or the best new TV show that you're hoping gets picked up.

You're all gorgeus, gorgeous people.

Jean Smart for President,
KEVIN.

Some Like it Hot.

The woman who was one half of one of the best scenes ever captured on film has died, and I think that's worth noting. Deborah Kerr and Burt Lancaster rolling around in the surf. Incredible. I'm sure you've all seen the scene, but really, netflix the whole film. I remember watching it in high school film class and thinking it was the most romantic thing I had ever seen. In fact there have even been homages to it on this very blog. I also have a connection to Deborah Kerr because at the ripe old age of 14, my theatre counselor thought it wise for me to prepare her monologue from "Tea and Sympathy" ( in which I was portraying a teacher's wife carrying on a torrid affair with her husband's possibly gay underaged student.) If you're thinking "Leigh, that is bizarre" Then I say to you, look what the Iconis brothers hath wrought . Anyway, I can still recite parts of the monologue.
Thank you Deborah Kerr; beaches will never be the same.

Ohmigod, Ohmigod You Guys....

I have found something that I am never erasing from my dvr. First the first time in years, MTV actually aired something I was looking forward to: Legally Blonde The Musical. I've posted here before about how much the gayrab and I enjoyed the show when we saw it this summer, but I really forgot how great it is. I'm sorry Ben Brantley; but you are cranky, cranky man. I love this show so much. and now, thanks to MTV, it's available whenever I want. If you live in New York, go see the show (TV can not substitute for live theatre after all) but if you don't, record the next time it airs- this one's a keeper. Not convinced? I give you the lyrics to "There! Right There!"
(You read-I'm going to go watch the finale of the first act again.) :
There! Right There!
Elle:
Look at that tan, that tinted skin.
Look at the killer shape he's in.
Look at that slightly stubly chin.
Oh Please he's gay, totally gay.
Calahan:
I'm not about to celebrate.
Every trait could indicate the totally straight expotriate.
This guy's not gay, I say not gay.
All:
That is the elephant in the room.
Well is it relevant to assume
that a man who wears perfume
is automatically matically fay?
Emmett:
But look at his quoft and crispy locks.
Elle:
Look at his silk translucent socks.
Calahan:
There's the eternal paradox.
Look what we're seeing.
Elle:
What are we seeing?
Calahan:
Is he gay?
Elle:
Of course he's gay.
Calahan:
Or European?
All:
ohhhhhh.
Gay or European?
It's hard to guarantee
Is he gay or european?
Warner:
Well, hey don't look at me.
Vivian:
You see they bring their boys up different in those charming foreign ports.
They play peculiar sports.
All:
In shiny shirts and tiny shorts.
Gay or foreign fella?
The answer could take weeks.
They will say things like "ciao bella"
while they kiss you on both cheeks.
Elle:
Oh please.
All:
Gay or European?
So many shades of gray.
Warner:
Depending on the time of day, the French go either way.
All:
Is he gay or European?
Eden:
There! Right There!
Look at that condescending smirk.
Seen it on every guy at work.
That is a metro-hetro jerk.
That guy's not gay, I say no way.
All:
That is the elephant in the room.
Well is it relevant to presume
that a hottie in that costume
Elle:
Is automatically-radically
Calahan:
ironically-cronically
Vivian:
scurtinly-curtainly
Warner:
genetically-netically
All:
GAY!
OFFICIALLY GAY!
OFFICIALLY GAY GAY GAY GAY
DAMMIT
Gay or European?
Calahan:
So stylish and relaxed.
All:
Is he gay or European?
Calahan:
I think his chest is waxed.
Vivian:
But they bring their boys up different there.
It's culturally diverse.
It's not a fashion curse.
All:
If he wears a kilt or bears a purse.
Gay or just exotic?
I still can't crack the code.
Brooke:
Yet his accent is hypnotic
but his shoes are pointy toed.
All:
Huh.
Gay or European?
So many shades of gray.
Judge:
But if he turns out straight I'm free at 8 on saturday.
All:
Is he gay or European?
Gay or european?

My AC is on right now. In October.

Ahh, Columbus Day.
A weekend for picking apples and pumpkins. A weekend for watching the leaves change color.
Or; you know; a weekend to go to Jones Beach. Lifeguards were on duty, the concessions were open. It felt more like July. It also made me feel really bad about about owning an SUV and ever using an aerosol can... but I digress. Aside from having a beach date w/Kate (complete with random homecoming parades and Happy Ending Sundaes) there were many other events going on this weekend. I had the pleasure of attending the grand opening gala for Coquette. If you are in NY, I highly recommend that you trek to Garden City and check out this amazing clothing boutique owned by my friend Lisa. I already want to buy half the store. She has immaculate taste. I really wish I had digital pictures of my prom, because if you all could see the dress she made (out of a shower curtain) you'd be jumping on the LIRR at this very moment. Go Buy Things.
Yesterday the residents of 720 Fulton St and I attended a screening of Margot at the Wedding at the New York Film Festival. The last time I was at a proper film festival was the Berlinale in 2002, so I was quite excited. The film was good, the celebrities were plentiful (Willam Dafoe, Pheobe Cates) but the truly strange part was sitting ten feet away from Nicole Kidman. It is disarming to be that close to someone so famous and her hair model/country crooner of a husband. She really is that skinny by the way...