Theater Sexist, Egotistical, Lying, Hypocritical Bigot…LIVE!
posted by July 23 at 11:56 AMon
I enjoy two things: Crank calling Hillary Clinton at 3AM every morning, and 9 to 5. The movie. From 1980-ish. Waaaay before I was born. (Hush up.)
Iíve said it before (and I shall undoubtedly say it before again), I love me some 9 to 5. LOVE IT! In my list of all time favorite movies, it is right up there with Pee Weeís Big Adventure and the movie that hasnít been made yet that I star in that wins me an Oscar. 9 to 5 changed my life. Iím not sure exactly how, or if it was for the good, but…
The strange thing? I hadnít seen it in at least fifteen years. Tragic! Sinful! Disturbing beyond comprehension! I know! So I did what I had to do, and I did it just last week: I Netflixed the damn thing or whatever, and, glory. How I still love it. How it fills me with joy. And how totally it holds up, baring the gigantic telephones, the conspicuous lack of PCs, and the maniacal XEROX machine the size of box car that brings Jane Fonda to tears. It holds up so well, in fact, that I spent at least twenty minutes of film time pointing at the screen and screaming, ďThis HAS TO BE produced for the STAGE! Do you hear me, ye gods? It just HAS to be!Ē
Well, ye gods were listening. Or ReBar had their damn spies following me. As usual. Behold:
For Immediate Release: IAN BELLíS BROWN DERBY SERIES! PRESENTING: A RIDICULOUSLY STAGED READING OF: 9 to 5!
Frank Hart is a pig. He takes advantage in the grossest manner of the women who work with him. When his three sassy assistants manage to trap him in his own house they assume control of his department and productivity leaps, but just how long can they keep Hart tied up? Itís revenge of the Nerds for ďOffice CathiesĒ!
Indeed! The inimitable Nick Garrison is to play Judy Bernley, Jane Fondaís character (I would have made a great Judy Bernley—or Jane Fonda for that matter), my friend Andrew Tsakos plays Lilly Tomlinís corpse-napping character Violet (I would have made a great Violet), Brandon Whitehead plays Mr. F. Hart (that sounds about right to me), and an actress I am not familiar with called Rebecca Davis is playing Dolly Partonís girl, Doralee. And she better be damn good, because I would have made a spectacular Doralee. Word.
The event is only three nights, July 29th through the 31st, at, duh, ReBar. Reservations will not be taken, so come early. I will be ensconced in the front row for every performance. I might even cry a little for no apparent reason. If it happens, please, just…look away! For the love of God! Look away!
Thank you in advance.