Kites and Whatever Happened to Busty Jane

Over at Towleroad I've reviewed the international Kites (2010) starring Bollywood giant Hrithik Roshan. Go there. I must say straight away that I feel totally gipped that Hrithik only danced once in a 130 minute movie. So here's a whole bunch of Hrithik shaking it (skip to 1.15 for his showy arrival).



♫ Work it. I need a glass of wataaahhh ♪

My double feature this week was weird / disorienting.

I also took in Jackie Beat's latest play Whatever Happened to Busty Jane? which is a totally offensive/hilarious riff on Whatever Happened to Baby Jane (1962) a movie y'all know I love. Bette Davis so shoulda won the Oscar that year. Oh wait... maybe not. I just remembered who actually did win. I'm good with that. So I reviewed Busty Jane, too.

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Nathaniel Trivia You Didn't Know: Jackie Beat was actually the first celebrity I ever interviewed way the hell back in 2000, one hundred years ago, just before The Film Experience launched. I sometimes think I imagined that weird life before The Film Experience. Did it really exist? Maybe I'll share that musty interview one day. We even talked Oscars.

I Dream of Celebrity

In slumberland I was at an exclusive celebrity shindig directly following a mega budget photo shoot by David LaChapelle that I had starred in (Thank you id! Be silent superego). Details are fuzzy but I saw/spoke with Jackie Beat, Judy Davis, Tahmoh Penikett, Rufus Wainwright, Terence Stamp and Marisa Tomei. One can't imagine the filofax that would contain each and all of them but it surely belongs to an oneirologist.

I shared a table with Olivia Newton-John and Cyndi Lauper who both smiled at me simultaneously. For a split second I was 10 and unimaginably happy but then I became my jaded adult self again. I tried not to mention that the dream would have been better if Madonna had been seated between them. The last thing I remember was chatting up Reese Witherspoon. I told her that her drink looked like a candy cane and she laughed. Her civilian guest glared at me, angry to see her meal ticket's attention temporarily diverted.

I didn't want to wake up.

Who is the last celebrity to make an appearance in your dreams?
(Not the daydream variety. We'd be here all day!)