So last night I went to the Sing-a-Long Wizard of Oz. Of course it was a bizarre crowd - part homos, part familys with small children, and a smattering of fag hags and others - and of course it was fabulous.
There was a guy with a goatee wearing the best pair of ruby slippers (with 2" heels, yet), there was a very buxom "Whorothy," there was someone (still not sure if it was a man or woman) dressed as the tornado, there were lots of cute little 3 year old girls dressed up as Dorothy (some replete with wigs!), but it was not as cult-y as when I went to the Sing-a-long Sound of Music a few years ago. I think partly this is a tribute to the movie - people were much more reluctant to shout things out at the screen, especially any unscripted Rocky Horror type of comment - at Oz. None of Mother Abbess saying, "What is it you cunt face," during this. I managed to sneak one in, though, which made most of my neighbors laugh pretty hard: When the house lands in Oz, there's a moment of serious silence while Dorothy is walking from the bed to the front door. The camera shows her face, and I announced, "All that wind, and my hair's still perfect."
Now of course, the Gershwin Theatre last night was a fag-fest. And you know, of course, that means that I was sitting next to a 6 year old. Of course, maybe he will grow up to be a fag, or maybe not. But I wasn't about to ask for his phone number. I have bad seat karma at gay events, though. Many years ago, I came to the city to see David Drake in "The Night Larry Kramer Kissed Me." And got seated between the aisle and a grandmother. Granted it was cool that someone's grandma was there, but couldn't they have sat me next to a cute guy - which would have been any other seat in the theatre? And the same for last night. Come to think of it, the 6 year old was straight. How do I know?
He fell asleep during the movie. And of course, he started to wake up at the end, when "There's no place like home," and I'm sobbing like the true homosexual I am, and this kid, disoriented from waking up in a dark theatre, decided I was his dad, and started touching me. It was creepy.
In other news, yes, I go to sing-a-long movies by myself. Thank you.
Posted by Jon at June 13, 2003 01:26 PM | TrackBacki went to the sing along by myself also last night. i couldn't convince any of my friends to come after they went to see chicago (the movie) with me (which was not supposed to be a sing along, but somewhat was, esp. for mr. cellophane). i had alot of fun. and i did hear you shout your line.
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Posted by: marc at June 13, 2003 05:30 PMYay, I'm glad you hear me!
Posted by: Jon at June 14, 2003 12:33 AMThat was me (Raven Snook) as "Whorothy"! Thanks for calling me buxom (not fat :) and also thanks for not mentioning my fall (I am still bruised!) Although I am glad that kids of all ages are still being exposed to Dorothy and Oz, it was a tad disconcerting to be dressed the way I was and be surrounded by children (literally.) I too tried to shout out lines (as did my boyfriend who had way more fun than he expected...) but most people shushed us. Oh and the person who "won" the contest was a woman, a girl actually 17 and she was a ringer!!!! She was just a regular girl the producers plucked from the audience and dressed up in their professional costume. Look, here's a pic off their official web site with someone else wearing the exact same costume! http://www.singalongoz.com/oz/pictures.php?screensize=large I found out because my friend was their Tin Man. He said he couldn't believe they chose a plant over me. Those breeding bastards! :)
Great blog!
Raven
Posted by: Raven Snook at June 15, 2003 07:44 PMWithout friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods.
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