More than 1,000 hopeful human felines scratched together for the latest batch of â€œCats.â€ Final purring and meowing gets decided next week in front of big kitty-lover Andrew Lloyd Webber.
Broadwayâ€™s become Boffway. Clashes, bashes. Clinkers at one incoming musical. Everyoneâ€™s out of tune, but theyâ€™re now trying to make nice. Translation: Nobody is going psycho.
Another soon-due musicalâ€™s major investor just backed out. Problem is a big problem. Everyoneâ€™s seeing stars since the star is also the Star of the creative team. To quote that old â€œGuys and Dollsâ€ song, â€œMore I cannot tell you.â€
â€œThe Humans.â€ Before you sit or get a Playbill, ushers say: â€œNo intermission; 90 minutes. If you leave for any reason, thereâ€™s no returning to your seat.â€ So if heading to the Helen Hayes Theatre, pee first.
Nathan Laneâ€™s â€œFront Pageâ€ is making a little front-page news itself. Co-star suggestion is John Slattery, whose â€œSpotlightâ€ is up for Best Picture, Best Supporting Actor, Best Supporting Actress, Best Director, Best Popcorn, Best Whatever. But youngâ€™uns, arguing heâ€™s too senior, want younger, sexier. Theyâ€™re panting for Jake Gyllenhaal.
Rick Miramontez, p.r. for Lupita Nyongâ€™oâ€™s â€œEclipsed,â€ about women, for women, enacted by women, says first preview Tuesday at the Golden is before a handpicked selected audience. All VIP women. He did not invite me.