Theater Randy Quaid AWOL?
posted by September 26 at 14:50 PMon
Now that Lone Star Love’s Broadway run has been canned, it seems that Mssr. Quaid has been ditching shows and letting his understudy do the acting.
Allegedly, last night and the night before, Quaid bagged out. (The 5th Ave hasn’t returned my calls—did anybody out there see the show those nights? Can we find out where Mr. Quaid was during the shows? Any help, Adrian Ryan?)
The rumor is that star Randy Quaid and his wife/manager Evi have been waging war with the NYC producers—and that the latter were so desperate to get Quaid’s star power, they foolishly wrote some kind of “creative control” into his contract. “They kinda rushed into the Randy thing,” a source said.
Evi Quiad seems to want to sex things up in LSL (a western remake of The Merry Wives of Windsor) in which Quaid already wears a big codpiece. Her (Evi’s, not the codpiece’s) quote in yesterday’s New York Post:
“Quite frankly, we did want to take it in a more surreal direction,” Evi Quaid told The Post yesterday. “This is Shakespeare. It’s not supposed to be whitewashed. It’s not supposed to be ‘The Little Mermaid,’ which is where Broadway seems to be going.”
“I don’t understand why they would object to what we’ve done when audiences and critics are clearly responding to it,” Evi says.
(That last link, a Mukilteo Beacon review, is confused—”the dance numbers are well done, but the choreography leaves a lot to be desired”—but you can feel old Pat Ratliff trying to work his criticism muscles, so I’m counting it in the Against category. See this week’s issue for Eli Sanders’s pan.)
So what gives, Evi? Why are the producers mad, the critics railing, and the cast and crew gossiping? Again from the Post article:
“Having a competent person on this show is very disturbing to them, I guess.”
Hoo momma. Sounds like a peach, doesn’t she?
AND she and Quaid are apparently all lawyered up and threatening legal action against everyone from the producers to the writers (with whom they’ve allegedly been wrestling for “creative control”). It sounds of a piece—remember when Quaid tried to sue Brokeback Mountain because he retroactively regretted the fee he agreed to in the original contract?
Anyway: Rampant jackassery.
(The ones who are really getting screwed? The Red Clay Ramblers, a band nobody hates, who play the music and whose leader Jack Herrick wrote the songs. This trip to Broadway was going to be a good break for them… )