This afternoon I went to see Beautiful Darling at the IFC. The theater was half full, and the audience was an aging one, tenderly appreciative, and full of chuckling nostalgia. One stooped, white haired woman, wearing very loud yellow and black pants, and leather, fingerless gloves, left after the show kvetching about John Waters' role in the film. "He didn't know her! He didn't get here 'til the seventies! I knew Candy!"" I have no idea about that, and I love Waters, but I kind of liked her proprietary indignation.
Oh & after the delight of Public Speaking, it was nice to hear Fran Lebowitz again. My heroine!
2 comments:
Sounds like a great way to spend the afternoon! That woman sounds like a classic New Yorker!
Oh the audience was so much better than the Broadway bunch last week. And that woman was fabulous. I wanted to talk to her, but she had a minder who was not very approachable.
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