Just waiting for Disney to release an animated version complete with singing raccoons and dancing cats. I can feel it coming.
Sean and I watched it at his swank West Village pad with the real lights of New York just beyond the flat screen: the city where little Edie Beale dreamt of becoming a singing and dancing star.
It was all really quite good. I have to give the main kudos to a note perfect, multi-faceted performance from Jessica Lange. It was amazing. Drew was good too, but Jessica really hit is out of the park. I enjoyed the whole thing. Quite sad, however.
New York, like Los Angeles, is a city of dreams. It can make you; it can break you. It is no wonder I have lived in both. And I am still waiting for my big moment.
But when I looked at the Beales and I think about my life, I feel very fortunate to live here. And live here as I do.
There is time enough for newspapers piled high and housedresses and loads of cats.
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