That was supposed to end, “I’m a tough, jaded New Yorker.”
But I loved Hairspray and Avenue Q.
BTW: there should have been 
and 
and 
scattered as appropriate throughout my earlier post.
Sorry if I came across as psycho.
[sub]or more psycho than normal! ;)[/sub]
Honestly, there are so MANY replacements in every show that this would be the most crowded category in the world - and it would be almost impossible to figure out who was eligible and who wasn’t.
I’m still thrilled over Idina winning. That’s pretty much made my year. And I’m heading off to get Avenue Q at Borders on Friday - I really need to hear the whole thing instead of just singing the internet porn song over and over again.
Ava
I was terribly pleased to see Sarah the Hack implode on national TV. The star of “Sex in the City” simply stood there stammering like Jimmy Stewart and how modest she is. Priceless. Note to Sarah: Do not confuse modesty with mediocrity.
BTW, I thought Phylicia was giving her coronation speech at the palace. When you publicly crow about your class and dignity and grace before an audience vastly more talented than you, you invite satire.
Heroic?
(Actually, Jackman should have prearranged the whole thing with her. Her was trying to salvage a riverboat gamble. Ultimately, it was either him or her that would look stupid. Who would have expected squeamishness from the Big City Sexpot? All in all, that segment was a 200-car trainwreck. Me like!)
I’m so glad to see that someone else thinks this woman is the biggest waste of curly hair on the planet.
Word of warning: Never admit that you hate this chick to your 20-something female friends who think Sex and the City is a how-to manual, not a television show.
Ava
Confession: I was an usher for the Boston Pops in the summer of '98; SJP made an appearance singing a few songs and telling a few jokes in the second celebrities-or-dancers-or-pop-music-part of the evening.
She was pretty and bouncy and looked great in a big pink dress and was nice to us and the rest of the staff. She was thrilled to be there and giving her all, and best of all we got to see Matthew sitting at the L-row tables smiling at her.
And she was lousy.
Her dancing was stiff, her charm was strained, but not as much as her voice, even though it was miked up the wazoo. She butchered a couple of showtunes and the Harvard Krokodiles, a male a-capella group, were making fun of her to each other (with gestures) when they came offstage after singing backup while desperately trying not to drown her out altogether.
So that’s my SJP story.
Just rewatched the musical segments, and now I want to see Q and Wicked desperately, and re-visit the Assassins yet another time, whilst my desire to see Fiddler has entirely vanished.
Oh dear, have I incurred the wrath of Eve? Do you disapprove of my gold smiley for shiny Peter Allen portrayals?
Hold her dress up with her hands and giggle, and at one point, commit the cardinal sin of turning her back, fully, on the audience. Her reaction was embarrassing.
If she wasn’t going to do a bump and grind because you don’t want a wardrobe malfunction, she could have – at the very least – stopped giggling and acting like the waste of collagen and botox that she is and done something else. She could’ve grabbed him into a waltz, she could’ve done some silly ballet move, since he had made a remark about the dress looking like a tutu, she could’ve done something other than acting like Jane Smith from Bemidji, Minnesota who never even sang in the third grade glee club before.
Of course, that presumes some modicum of talent. Clearly, SJP is bereft of such skill. I turned to Mr. TeaElle and commented “How is it that this woman an award winning comedic actress and yet she shows no appreciable talent for improvisation or spontaneity whatsoever?” Mr. TeaElle said “She was on Sex and the City. People were blinded by boobies.” My response: “But she never showed her boobies!” He had no come back. But then, he’s never won an award.