My birthday began at 5:30 AM yesterday, the call time for Laundromat. My favorite part of the film shoot, of course, was whenever the make-up guy would come and apply powders and potions to make me more beautiful than I already am. (Um, why did everybody on set laugh when I said that?)
Then, it was off to a showing of Hairspray, where I went to get my "Zefr-on." (Holy shit, I just coined a new term! More uses: "I have to get the new High School Musical CD so I can get my Zefr-on!"; "you should buy the new Rolling Stone magazine and get your Zefr-on!"). This short clip shows you just how Zefrontastic the movie is:
Zefron's character falls in love with the film's plus-size heroine. The obvious message of the movie, of course, is one of hope and inspiration. If Tracy Turnblad can get Zefron, then anybody can get Zefron. Or, to re-frame it another way, Zefron will do anyone, which gives me enough hope to last a lifetime.
Okay, so we all know how mesmerizing Zefron is in Hairspray, but, since this was my second go-'round, I was able to fully appreciate the other great actors in the movie. John Travolta, in drag and a fat suit, surprisingly gives one of the most humane performances I've seen all year; his Edna Turnblad is funny, tragic, and ultimately triumphant, and, man, can that man dance! Christopher Walken, who is no stranger to bizarre line readings, gives the most bizarre and hilarious line readings ever, turning simple phrases into gems. And I must say that I just love Amanda Bynes; after the Twelfth Night-in-high-school flick, She's the Man, and now this, she's one of the best young comic actresses working today; I'll go see anything she's in. Check out this She's the Man trailer:
By the way, the two very young girls in front me at Hairspray turned to each other whenever Zefron appeared on screen and gave each other a knowing look, a look of deep connection. I wanted to turn to Gabriel and Donovan, who were with me, but I knew that they would only roll their eyes.
Then it was off to the Crabalicious part of the evening, which took place at Clancy's Crab Broiler, a Glendale institution. Diablo and Jonny met us there, and, oddly enough, no one had crab. Crabs, on the other hand, is another issue entirely, and I can't speak to that on this blog.
Life is beautiful, and I cried myself to sleep.