TONY AWARDS 2016
I’m so sorry to my Twitter followers (@MajorCelebrity) that I wound-up bowing-out of live-tweeting the Tony Awards on Sunday night, but I was just too sad about the senseless shootings in Orlando, Florida, (and that includes the one of poor little Christina Grimmie the night before the gay club massacre,) to be entertaining. My heart was not in tweeting. It would not have been “live,” anyway, because the Tonys is one of the very few awards shows that are time-delayed to the West Coast.
And I was still reeling too much to even write my full review for Monday publication. But I’m here now, so let the fun begin!
I actually don’t have too many critical comments. The show was basically very good, on every level. But there are one or two things I need to discuss, and a couple of celebrities who just might need some advice from me, so, hopefully, you guys will still enjoy my reflections.
First some general thoughts, then I’ll go in order with my specific snark (or praise!):
After the horrors of the morning, I’m sure it was hard to go ahead with the show, especially with so much of the theatre community being gay themselves. But that little extra “pre-opening,” with host James Corden saying those few supportive words, was excellent and appropriate. So, major kudos to the entire Tonys staff for that bit.
My two favorites of the night were, of course, big winner Lin-Manuel Miranda and host James Corden. Weren’t they everybody’s? James really kept the show moving, like it never has before. And he’s such a talented guy, on so many levels. I’m very happy for his success. (I have a funny little story about him, that I’ll close this column with, so please read to the bottom.)
The telecast went waaay over their allotted three hours, for the first time that I can remember. Perhaps that was because of the Carpool Karaoke segment. I enjoyed it immensely, (and had been hoping they’d do it, even though it’s the Tonys, so all the entertainment should really be live,) but I do believe it was the extra-time culprit. It was a good thing I was watching the show live; I had not set my DVR to go long because, come on, it was the Tonys, not the Oscars.
I predicted just about every winner, even though, for probably only the third year ever, I had not seen even one show in New York. I just choose the victors based on Hamilton, ethnicity, and age. (I guess Michael Shannon will just have to wait until he’s older to win awards. He’s an unbelievably great actor, but never wins.)
Most of the musicals they featured on the show, originals and revivals both, looked weak. Mr. X hated them all.
I loved hearing so many different accents on the winners and presenters. What a truly diverse Great White Way this year!
The best speeches were those of Lin-Manuel, acting winners Jayne Houdyshell and Reed Birney, and Ivo Van Hove, who won Best Director of a Play.
I enjoyed the cleverness of choosing presenters who were relevant to many of the categories. For instance, they had actresses who had starred in movies that certain musicals are now based on, present the number from those musicals. Those choices made everything that much more interesting.
Those bits they did of Broadway casts singing outside during the show were absolutely inane. I know what the produces were going for, but what a waste of everyone’s time that was. And why would those poor audience people want to stand outside for, I’m sure, four or five hours, to hear strangers sing just one chorus of songs not from their own shows?! They’d have to pay me to do that—the big bucks!
Okay, now let’s do the rest in chronological order of the show:
That was a pretty good number about “little James,” but I wish they had given that poor little chubby kid, (playing James’ younger self,) more to do that just stand there because he’s plump! Not nice of them.
School of Rock looks exhausting.
I loved winner Renée Elise Goldsberry‘s strapless yellow dress, but honey—shave! And what a weird ending to her speech, about trying to have kids for the past ten years of her life, like she was going to announce she’s preggers right there! But then it turned-out she has kids, who are seven and two, so I have no idea what was up with that. I think she just made everyone uncomfortable.
I don’t want to pile on Meg Ryan’s looks, but o-m-g. She’s almost unrecognizable from her heyday. From now on, when people don’t understand why I’d be scared to have plastic surgery, I’ll just show them a pic of poor, unfortunate Meg.
I really enjoyed the number from Fiddler on the Roof this time; I’m usually just a little bit uncomfortable with the whole show, even though it depicts my own ethnicity.
The main character of Steve Martin’s show Bright Star spent five minutes singing, “If You Knew My Story.” So just tell it to us already, and then we’ll know!
Even before the hilarious bit about all these Broadway actors being on the TV show Law and Order, it was interesting to see so many actors I know just from TV, including Lin-Manuel Miranda, really be Broadway performers. Of course they are, for the few TV shows that are shot in New York. It’s wonderful for them to have both disciplines to act in, without having to give one up because most everything is filmed elsewhere.
I love, love, love Angela Lansbury!!! She’s remarkably spry for ninety! And she’s opening a new show on Broadway in the Fall! She’s what I picture sixty to look like. The funny thing is that she has always played much older than she is, even when she started-out in show business, and she’s grown into her age now. (When she was thirty-seven, she played thirty-four-year-old Laurence Harvey’s evil mother in The Manchurian Candidate!)
Pairing Angela with James Earl Jones for their Tony presentation was genius. Those are two people who really know how to stage act—and their distinctive voices have never needed the help of microphones!
I hate to say it, but I have one word for Jessica Lange—sleeves! Besides that the skin on her arms are, sadly, super-aged (she must have sat in the sun a lot in her life,) she had a huge black circle (which looked to be either a bruise or the burning-off of a problem spot,) near her wrist! Why wouldn’t she wear a big bracelet over it?! I understand that other serious actresses may not care about their looks, but Jessica started out as a model, for goodness sake!
There’s always something so nice about the Estabans, Gloria and Emilio. It was great to see them again.
I know what Frank Langella was going for with his acceptance speech being about what happened in Orlando that day, but it just did not work. And actually fell sort-of flat.
I hate all these classic play re-dos. Just perform them as written, please!
And why do plays always have to be so depressing to garner a Tony nomination? Enough already. We have the news for that!
I loved seeing Blair Underwood on there. Seriously, he’s perhaps the nicest guy in show business, even though I don’t think he comes across that way.
I can’t believe that Keri Russell’s stomach is that flat—less than three weeks after she gave birth! I’m sure Spanx were involved to some extent, but still… You go, girl!
Jessie Mueller (of the musical Waitress,) sure can sing!
Neil Patrick Harris was a good sport to show up, even though he was finally replaced as host of the show. (But did you notice that he felt the need to throw-in that he’s shooting something elsewhere, just so we’d think he was asked to host before James was? What a weak and insecure move on his part.)
I honestly think that Lin-Manuel was happier that Leslie Odom, Jr. won for Best Actor than if he had won it himself. Really. He seems like such a lovely person.
It was special to have Barbra Streisand there. But she should have had a French manicure to highlight her gorgeous hands. I do feel for her, though, having to always cover her old neck. Shame.
The Hamilton producer’s acceptance speech was semi-rude. And it made him seem unaware of the Orlando tragedy. I always hate to let something bad ruin something good, but, in this case, the tragedy needed to temper the fun. It’s a shame, but that’s the way it is.
How did they have the number from Hamilton ready to be performed at the end? What if that show had not won for Best Musical, huh???!!! I loved their uplifting song about the “perfect city,” and it was the perfect way to end the show, but to have it ready just seem rude to the other nominees.
Maybe I missed the musicians’ names during the end credit roll, but I checked a few times. I may be extra-sensitive regarding that omission because my brother has usually been one of the them, but this is Broadway, people! Without the men and women playing the instruments, there would be no musicals, for goodness sake! Give those peeps their props! Jeepers criminy!
Now, as promised, my little James Corden story. I was in New York for the 2012 Tonys, and my very young friend Betsy and I were watching together, so she could help me do my first live-tweeting of an awards show, (as Lily Tomlin had advised me to do, during our five-hour chat on the plane from LA.) Though Betsy grew-up in Brooklyn, she was far from a Broadway babe, so everything on stage was kind of new to her. She’s also very funny, in a very dry way, and says exactly what she thinks. She cracks me up often.
So here comes this young-ish unknown British dude on the show, doing a crazy physical comedy bit from One Man, Two Guvnors, which won him a Tony for Best Actor in a Play. It was, of course, James Corden. Most people had never seen him before, (including me,) and all of a sudden here he was, throwing himself around the stage, hitting himself with a garbage can, and who knows what else, in an absolutely frenetic performance. As we were watching this, Betsy says, in all seriousness, “That guy is making a fool of himself.” You have to really picture the situation and her dryly saying it, with absolutely no malice. I could not stop laughing.
When I got back to LA, I told Mr. X the story, and it made him laugh, too, because he could totally hear Betsy’s delivery. So ever since then, whenever anyone’s doing something a little crazy, Mr. X and I always bust-out Betsy’s assessment of James Cordon, and put it on the new nutty one. When James started his late night TV show here in the US, Mr. X could not imagine what this guy could do. A few months into the show, when everyone now loved him, I finally remembered to tell dMr. X that James is the guy who inspired Betsy to make that now-famous-to-us statement.
So here it is, four years later, and James Corden just hosted the Tonys this time! And he most certainly did not make a fool of himself.