Friday, December 19, 2025
Home Blog Page 1769

TV Ratings: “American Idol” Hits Shocking Series All Time Low

2

The Olympics may really have killed “American Idol” for good. Last night the once ferociously popular competition hit an all time series low: a 2.2 rating in the key demo with fewer than 10 million total viewers– 9.71 million.

And this was after Wednesday’s rating had been a little more promising– a 2.7 rating with 10.53 million viewers. This means that many fewer viewers were not interested in who was going to be eliminated in part 2 this week. That’s the bulwark of “American Idol,” the elimination rounds.

In truth, Wednesday’s ratings were only good in the first hour. Viewers were tuning out to other shows from 9 to 10pm like “Criminal Minds,” which bested “Idol” in total viewers.

Last night “The Big Bang Theory” had almost 18 million viewers while “Idol” was scratching away.

Sadly, the show is sinking. It’s no one’s fault, it’s just age. It’s dying of natural causes.

LBJ Now the New “Lincoln” With Spielberg in Audience at Broadway Opening

0

I remember Lyndon Baines Johnson. When he announced he wasn’t running for re-election in March 1968, the United States of America was on fire. Literally. Young people were burning it down over our involvement in Vietnam. Only four years earlier, LBJ was the fiery proponent of the Voters Right Act, and a civil rights activist in office after taking office following the assassination of John F. Kennedy.

Now, in a three hour play called “All the Way,” LBJ is frozen in that early moment by playwright Robert Schenkkan. He’s likened to Abraham Lincoln as his successor in civil rights. “Breaking Bad” star Bryan Cranston gives the performance of a lifetime as Johnson, with a huge cast and comprehensive (if sometimes clunky) retelling of Johnson’s first year in office. The actor, the play, the director Bill Rauch, and several fine supporting actors including John McMartin, Michael McKean, Robert Petkoff and Ethan Phillips among many.

No less than Steven Spielberg sat right up front last night. He may have thought “All the Way” was a sequel to “Lincoln.” He wouldn’t be wrong. Also spotted: Chris O’Dowd and James Franco from the upcoming “Of Mice and Men,” Tony winning actor and playwright Tracy Letts, US Congresswoman and Minority leader Nancy Pelosi, plus Tamara Tunie and husband Gregory Generet, Christine Baranski (still humming songs from “Sweeney Todd”), director and actor extraordinaire Ruben Santiago Hudson, Sebastian Stan, Irish actor Colin O’Donoghue, McKean’s famous actress wife Annette O’Toole, plus Gayle King, Charlie Rose, and Ronan Farrow, who spent time at the party in Rockefeller Center drumming up viewers for his ailing MSNBC show.

I’ll have more on the show later Friday. But suffice to say I’ve followed Bryan Cranston from his early days as Dr. Tim Watley on “Seinfeld” to “Malcolm in the Middle” to “Breaking Bad” with a stop in there for “Drive.” What a stupendous trajectory! This is his Broadway debut. It couldn’t be more accomplished. He holds the stage and runs this play as LBJ without ever faltering or turning this problematic president into a caricature. Bravo!

Wes Anderson’s “Grand Budapest Hotel” Is the First Great Movie of 2014

0

With his courtly, old-world manners and halting stop-start speech – not to mention his tweed suit that seems from another era – Wes Anderson could be a character from his latest cinematic styling, “The Grand Budapest Hotel,” a wacky, deadpan comedy caper that happens to be his best film to date.

(The production design by Adam Stockhausen, music by Alexandre Desplat, as well as Anderson’s direction and his screenplay, from a story by him and pal Hugo Guinness, are sure to be Oscar nominated next year.)

Anderson was at a downtown Manhattan hotel recently to promote his eighth feature film, along with cast members Willem Dafoe, Ralph Fiennes, Adrien Brody, Saorise Ronan, Jeff Goldblum and newcomer Tony Revolori.

“The Grand Budapest Hotel,” set in the fictional alpine town of Zubrowka, follows the misadventures of M. Gustave H. (Fiennes), the fey and dashing concierge of an opulent hotel, and his protégé, the naïve and loyal lobby boy, Zero Moustafa (Revolori).

The story within-a-story within-a story takes place in the grandest hotel in the world beginning from the 1930’s until the Communist takeover some 30 years later when it becomes a palace of ruined grandeur.

The plot involves a revolving door of madcap characters and situations, including the military police, a secretive brotherhood of concierges, a romance between Zero and a baker (Ronan), a scary but sweet prisoner (Harvey Keitel), the murder of a octogenarian countess (Tilda Swinton under layers of aging makeup), her greedy, depraved son (Brody) and a hit man (Dafoe).

At the junket Jeff Goldblum said of the film, “You go away feeling like you’ve been on an acid trip of some kind. You’ve entered some dream, Jungian place.”

It turns out Gustave, who has a penchant for bedding octogenarians and dousing himself with a perfume called L’Air de Panache, was based on a real-life person he and Anderson know.

Fiennes wanted to make sure he didn’t exaggerate the character.

“One could easily push it to an extreme level of affectation and sort of flamboyancy and campery,” Fiennes said. “Wes, quite rightly I thought, was nurturing it back to something simple and I would say understated.”

A running gag involves Gustave, who reminds Zero to bring him his perfume when he’s in hiding, and then slaps Zero when he forgets.

How many times did Fiennes hit him, Revolori was asked?

“Never, not by Ralph,” he replied. “I did get hit by Harvey Keitel.”

“He hit you quite hard, didn’t he?” Fiennes asked.

“The thing is, he did push ups before every take,” Revolori said. “And he’s an ex-Marine so he’s still got it. And it was about 42 takes I believe of a good, hard slap.”

“You took it like a man,” Fiennes said. “It was impressive.”

Later when Anderson came into the room, someone pointed out that the fairytale design of Anderson’s miniaturized world is symmetrical. What’s his fascination with symmetry?

“I guess that’s probably some form of autism or something like that I think,” Anderson laughed. “Ralph has a similar thing. He is very orderly. This was something that he used in the character. His character is very precise and fastidious, and he would organize all these things. We share a bit of desire to make order. Probably anybody who makes a movie, they’re doing that in one way or another. They’re arranging a thing here for you to look at, but I think I have a particular kind of, you know, visual thing that I like to get that probably kind of jumps out at people a little.”

I asked Anderson what inspired him to cast Ralph Fiennes – someone audiences don’t usually think of as funny – as Gustave?

“I have wanted to work with him just in the abstract because I just think he’s such a great actor and such a powerful actor.” He added that he’d seen him in Martin McDonagh’s “In Bruges” and thought he was funny.

“I didn’t have any question about it but I will say people were kind of like, ‘Are you sure? Is that right for this?’”

Anderson, who was raised in Texas, explained that he wanted to make the film because of personal reasons. “In this case it’s because I’ve been living in Europe for the last 10 years or so, mostly, and it’s still new to me and I live as a foreigner most of my life these days, so I’m interested in what I’m seeing every day and the history of this region, along with the people I met, Europeans. One person in particular, who is the model for this character Ralph plays.”

I asked Anderson to tell us more about this person.

“He’s not a hotel person. He’s not a concierge. But what he wears, the perfume. He quotes poetry, spontaneously. Sometimes you don’t know he’s doing it and then suddenly you go, ‘Oh I see.’ He recites. And he talks like this character. The character in the movie is more Ralph than this guy. I mean, Ralph took over and devolved into what it is but there’s still this inspiration.”

So what was his friend’s reaction to the character?

Anderson imitated his friend’s accent, “I don’t say that? Wouldn’t happen, darling! Wouldn’t do it. But cool, very cool.”

It turns out his friend said with him and Guinness while they wrote the script. “He would sit with us and encourage or discourage us. He had a lot of thoughts with the casting. He was very happy with Ralph. And he’s actually quite pleased with the movie. He’s seen all of the movies I’ve done over the years,” Andersons aid, “and he and Hugo both are people who will sort of say, ‘Not your best,’ that sort of thing. And this one he’s been, he likes it. He relates to it.”

 

photo c2014 Showbiz411

Prince Plays “Arsenio Hall Show”, Debuts New Single

1

What can you do, really, with Prince? He’s great but he has a scattershot career now. How many times have I written about a new single from Prince? Who releases them? Where do they go? Anyway, he was on “Arsenio Hall” last night and was funky as ever. Here’s a clip:

Emma Thompson Sheds Mary Poppins for Mrs. Lovett in Magnificent “Sweeney Todd”

4

I’d have paid double last night and would pay it again to see Emma Thompson and Bryn Terfel in “Sweeney Todd” at Avery Fisher Hall with the New York Philharmonic. Plus, we got value added indeed: Christian Borle as Pirelli the Barber and an uncredited surprise appearance the amazing Audra MacDonald as the Beggar Woman.

Lonny Price directed what I thought was going to be a concert version of the great Stephen Sondheim musical, my favorite of all musicals ever on Broadway. I’ve seen it so many times since the original production in 1981. This one, though, was kind of a mind blower because it was not just a concert, but a full fledged show minus a few props that were cleverly replaced or substituted.

You know from the start a lot is going to happen. The whole cast comes out dressed in formal wear, holding scripts, as if they are about to do a concert in Avery Fisher Hall. Then one by one they drop the scripts on the floor, turn over the potted plants, and rip off their finery. The whistle blows, and “Sweeney Todd” begins on Fleet Street in old London. Very clever.

Emma Thompson would get Angela Lansbury’s stamp of approval and a nod from Patti Lupone. For all her dour officiousness in “Saving Mr. Banks,” Thompson lets loose as crazy, happy, lovelorn pie baking Mrs. Lovett. If only Thompson would come to Broadway in this! She wouldn’t need to campaign to get a Tony Award. Her Mrs. Lovett is a comedic gem. And it turns out Thompson can sing, especially Sondheim, with the best of them. At last night’s performance she was so playful that she even grabbed a real mink piece off the neck of a female audience member, and wore it for some time through the show.

I’m not breaking any news when I tell you that Bryn Terfel does the Sondheim score justice and more. He may be a bigger, more towering Sweeney than ever, but his robust bass baritone gives the character a textured richness. Even if you loved Len Cariou, George Hearn, and Michael Cerveris, Terfel’s Sweeney is one for the ages. And he moves on stage like a musical comedy actor.

Of course, having Christian Borle as Pirelli the blackmailing barber is a gift. As for Audra, she won’t be in all the shows because of other commitments. But I could listen to her sing forever. She was last in “Sweeney Todd” 14 years ago at the NY Philharmonic Production in 2000 with George Hearn and Patti Lupone. Her reprise last night was a real treat.

So who was there? It was the opening of the season with a gala dinner but a lot of people just bought tickets to see the show. Backstage I ran into Meryl Streep, Christine Baranski, Barbara Cook as well as Sondheim, who got a thunderous ovation himself at the end of the show. In the theater: Bob Balaban, Michael Stuhlbarg from “Boardwalk Empire,” and Daphne Rubin Vega. I probably missed  few. There will be celebs there for every show through Saturday.

Sting on Paul Simon: “He’s the Jewish Grandmother I Never Had”

0

I’ll start with this: Art Garfunkel has nothing to worry about. Paul Simon is not cheating on him. But he is performing a short concert tour with Sting that works better than I ever would have imagined. They come from different generations, but Simon and Sting have a lot in common. What unifies them is a love of jazz, a basic  rich musicality, and a gift for storytelling in their lyrics that is not heard anymore.

The two and a half hour show has no intermission. You don’t want one. Both bands are on the stage most of the night at Madison Square Garden, meaning, as Sting told me the other day, “there are more musicians on stage than the New York Philharmonic.”

Ironically, Sting and Simon lived in the same building on Central Park West for a long time. They never thought of playing together. I’d never think of it either. Simon’s heyday of the soft rock singer songwriter was ebbing in 1977 when The Police rode in on Britain’s post punk New Wave. “Roxanne” quickly replaced “Cecilia.” Simon said he was still crazy after all these years. New wavers actually were crazy.

Indeed, Simon had a fallow period in the early 80s with “One Trick Pony” and “Hearts and Bones,” while Sting and the Police charged by them with the Clash, the Jam, the Pretenders, and Elvis Costello. Paul Simon seemed so out of it until “Graceland”  brought him back in the mid 80s. Both artists have also experimented widely with Third World music and other new influences rather than repeat themselves.

Now together, surprisingly, Simon and Sting segue in and out of each other’s songs effortlessly. Simon joins in on “Fields of Gold” and “Fragile.” (Simon said of the latter, “I love that song. I always wanted to sing it.”)  Sting literally remakes Simon’s  “America.” He explains how The Police first traveled across this country in a station wagon playing gigs in terrible places; he infuses the song with a memory of that journey. Sting also makes “Bridge Over Troubled Water” soar almost Garfunkel-like. (Simon’s voice wavers only here. He wrote one of the three or four best ballads in pop history but it’s beyond his range.)

The second show in NY is on Thursday night, then the tour moves on. Get in there to hear them do a countrified “The Boxer” together almost like Simon does it on Jerry Douglas’s album with Mumford and Sons. And to hear Sting revive, at last, one of my favorites of his solo numbers, “They Dance Alone.” It’s about Chile and Pinochet but it could easily be directed to the Ukraine or Venezuela.

Each artist has enough songs for four hours or more. Simon leaves out “Mrs. Robinson” and “The Sound of Silence.” I wish they added “Loves Me Like a Rock.” Sting could slip in “If Ever I Lose My Faith in You” or “When You Dance.” The whole thing could go on all night. As it is, they conclude on neutral ground: the Everly Brothers’ “When Will I Be Loved.” Simon says, “It all began with two guitars and a microphone. That’s the way it should end.”

Sting is clearly enjoying Simon’s tutelage. He joked after the show last night that Simon, who’s his senior by exactly a decade, had re-arranged all his songs. “He’s the Jewish grandmother I never had,” Sting quipped.

Something tells me this pairing isn’t done yet.

 

photo of Sting and Paul Simon c2014 Showbiz411

Catching Up with Adele Dazeem, aka Idina Menzel, via Eric Stonestreet

0

You know, I saw John Travolta and Kelly Preston after the Governor’s Ball. They were downstairs where you go to valet service for limo pick up. As we were walking out, they were kind of walking back in, and John was saying to someone from the Dolby Theater, “We really need your help.” Maybe he’d forgotten his driver’s name and was asking for Adele Dazeem.
Anyway, Eric Stonestreet posted this Vine of Johnny boy forgetting Idina Menzel. He’s also wearing one of Mary Tyler Moore’s wigs from her famous show, which was a tribute I think to the great actress and comedienne.

I’ve made the main picture here what he actually looks like, we think, sans hair piece. Why does he keep wearing that thing? What was he really saying? Was he speaking Xenu? And how in heck did he get a job presenting an Oscar? He doesn’t have one, hasn’t been nominated in 20 years, and releases bomb after bomb. Go figure.

Liza Minnelli Post-Oscars: Look How Gracious She is in this TMZ Video

3

Liza Minnelli and musician/club owner Michael Feinstein went to dinner at Craig’s in West Hollywood last night. TMZ videogs stand out there all night hoping someone will talk to them. A lot of people don’t. And some celebs use the back entrance to avoid the paps. Look how gracious Liza was when she was stopped last night. This is the Liza we know in New York– a great friend, supportive and enthusiastic. I wish she were treated better on the snarky blogs:

Elton John’s All Star Oscar Party Raises $5.1 Million for AIDS Foundation

And now the good news from Oscar night: the viewing party for Elton John’s AIDS Foundation raised a whopping $5.1 million for education and research. Not bad!

It was a rockin’ dinner too with guests like Elton’s great songwriting partner Bernie Taupin, Ann and Nancy Wilson from Heart, Josh Groban, Sharon and Ozzy Osbourne, Kenny Babyface Edmonds, Steven Tyler, Taylor Swift, plus record producer Richard Perry and Jane Fonda. Whoopi Goldberg dropped in after presenting at the Oscars, Jared Harris stopped by, as did Lady Gaga and dozens upon dozens more. I also heard there were Kardashians roaming around, as is their wont.

British sensation Ed Sheeran entertained the crowd with a set that included a duet with Sir Elton. My nieces introduced me to Ed, he’s their 1971 Elton of 2014– they just don’t know it. Later in the night I caught up with Sheeran, who’s 23 and a lovely chap. He literally looks like the son Van Morrison never had! His new album comes out in June. I asked him what it’s like to be a rock star with all the sex and drugs. He quipped: “Is it all right if I’m the rock star who doesn’t do drugs?”

It is, I replied!

Justin Bieber, take note.

As for the whole big Elton party, set up next to the Pacific Design Center: it’s like a trip to heaven, with massive spaces all draped in what looks like white sheets. A lot of the girls, including Petra Nemcova, walked around barefoot on the thick white carpet. And you always get the best chocolates at the Elton John party! A great night!

 

Oscars Etc: Harrison Ford, Johnny Knoxville, Tupac, Stars’ Moms and Dads

2

Harrison Ford, just as he arrived at the red carpet on Sunday afternoon, with beautiful and gracious wife Calista Flockhart. Red faced and a little confused. Was he stoned? Medicinal marijuana, likely. Nothing illegal. I asked if he were presenting on the Oscars? Harrison replied: “Yes.” Which category, I wondered? “Best Picture,” he replied in a whisper. Now, that’s a big deal. He is Hollywood royalty now. Makes sense. So imagine my surprise when shortly into the show, Ford appears on the stage He introduces clips from three of the Best Picture nominees. This is what he meant, I guess. He was showing clips from the Best Pictures, not giving the Best Picture award…

Spotted in the audience but not otherwise detected: Johnny Knoxville. Keith Carradine. Eli Roth. Colleen Camp.  John Stamos. There are plenty of actors who don’t walk the red carpet, but are invited by the Academy. They just come and enjoy the show like everyone else. In the blur of dealing with nominees, these people are like happy non sequiturs. In the parterre section, which just above the orchestra, I ran into Dr Mathilde Krim, founder of amFAR, widow of Orion Pictures’ Arthur Krim, who was Woody Allen’s guiding light for years and years. Another lovely surprise.She clapped hard when Woody’s name was called out in the Original Screenplay category.

Favorite bar mate of the evening: director John Singleton and his beautiful wife. He’s working on the Tupac Shakur movie. Crossing my fingers. Should be amazing. Also: shout out to Cate Blanchett and her posse including husband Andrew Upton, agent Hylda Queally, and publicist Lisa Kasteller. They rock! Also, Sally Hawkins. If we could bottle her we’d make millions. When Cate met Julia Roberts in the bar, they showed each other pics of their kids on cellphones, of course.

So many mothers, and fathers: Jennifer Lawrence’s parents are the nicest, classiest couple. Everyone loves Leonardo DiCaprio’s mom. His dad, George, is a character. They were all there. Matthew McConaughey’s mom is hot stuff, she was even in “Dallas Buyer’s Club.” Jared Leto’s mother has to write a book. You can tell she is amazing, and really toughed it out for her sons. Lupita Nyongo’s mother is gorgeous, naturally, and very articulate. David O. Russell’s dad worked at Simon & Schuster before he retired; he and his wife are tireless supporters of “American Hustle.” And don’t let me forget Will Forte’s mom, whom we met last year on the set of Peter Bogdanovich’s “Squirrel to the Nuts.” At 2am she was raring to go to Madonna’s party with Will. I hope that worked out!

Oh one more thing: who did Sandra Bullock take as her date to the Oscars? Why, her publicist, the wonderful Cheryl Maisel. Many stars relegate the publicists to ‘help’ status. You know we love S Bullock and this is why. Maisel worked like crazy on “Gravity.” Sandy said, ‘You should be there.’ And she was, in the front row. Mensch!

PS Loving Cindy Adams writing about the Oscars and LA in the NY Post. No one else like her!