Things are totally fun because Elyse is home right now for her spring break- and what wonderful spring break weather she’s been getting, huh? 50 degrees and slightly snowing. Anyway, her being home means we spend a lot of time watching movies and talking about musical theatre. Really it’s no different than her being at school, except we’re not on video chat. Which means Annie can’t spend the whole time looking at herself. She’s actually forced to look at Elyse.
Anyway, we came to two realizations recently that we would like to share with you. One is a positive one, and it’s that Charles Strouse and Martin Charnin are geniuses. We were talking about Annie and the Star-To-Be solo. By the way, wait until you hear Robin Harris-Jones belt it out at Theatre IV. You’ll LOVE it. So yeah one of the lines in that little solo bothered us. The music is all upbeat, happy and fast, and she sings, “NYC, Tomorrow a penthouse, that’s WAYYYY up high…”- and then the music really slows down and it sounds sad. She then sings, “Tonight, the Y…. why not? It’s NYC.”
What perplexed us is, how come she’s talking about living in a penthouse and then sounds depressed that she’s going to the Y? Why are the 2 related? Did the Star-To-Be get to NY and realize that everyone in NY is a lot skinnier than she thought, so she’s kind of bummed that she needs to go to the Y to take a Zumba class? Our mom then told us that people stay overnight at the YMCA. Okay, where have we been? We literally had no idea that people stayed at the Y. But now that makes perfect sense. And we love it! Thank you Charles Strouse and Martin Charnin. And seriously, wait until you hear R-Har-Jones (hard making a nickname out of her name).
But ladies and gents, we then realized something really depressing, too. We were watching the salesman’s opening monologue in Aladdin because we’re starting a new theatre business where we reenact, to a T, iconic scenes and videos that don’t get enough credit. Elyse is handling the Salesman/Narrator part in Aladdin while Annie plays the camel. Annie gets to play Ace Ventura doing the dolphin monologue. Elyse is playing the kidnapped dolphin, Snowflake. And wait until you see our amazing reenactment of Alanis Morissette’s “Ironic” video. Anyway, in watching the monologue in Aladdin, we realized, to our HORROR, that the salesman is literally just telling the story of Aladdin. As in, Aladdin and Jasmine, etc. don’t exist. It’s just a story. That’s incredibly depressing. We realized that’s what it must be like for kids when they realize Santa doesn’t exist.
So yes, we’ve made a lot of discoveries recently. A positive and a negative. Which apparently equals us making zero discoveries. Oh well. Looking forward to seeing Mona Lisa Smile at Hanover Tavern on Wednesday.
5 comments:
Robin Harris-Jones = RoHoJo?
Mr. Timberline, I do not like the implications of the HoJo part of that nickname. Sir.
Thank you, Ladies. I'm not sure Ms. Star-to-Be is depressed per se. The Y isn't the penthouse of her dreams, but you have to start somewhere - especially in NYC.
Oh, and since you're in to Alanis Morrisette and Camels, you should reenact Alanis' reenactment of Fergie's "My Humps." I've no doubt it would be AMAZING.
OKAy best part. The "Ironic" reference. Wasn't that in Elyse's 4am video post to you? I think it was... I love you girls
RoHeyJo?
re: Aladdin--ah, but the narrator/peddler is voiced by Robin Williams. In one draft of the screenplay, the peddler would have been revealed to be the genie at the end of the film. Just because the final version of the film doesn't end that way doesn't mean that it isn't so. Therefore, the peddler/genie is telling the TRUE story of his close personal friends Aladdin and Jasmine.
Which by extension proves that Santa exists. See also Miracle on 34th Street for further evidence.
You're welcome.
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