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tnkingBrilliant …one of the most exciting spectacles I have ever seen …Remarkable
Steve Almond, WGBH Boston

Absurdly FUNNY… surprisingly POIGNANT moments amidst the comedy and a ROUSING SOUNDTRACK
Boston Phoenix (also printed in Weekly Digg)

Glitter, spandex and rock anthems… Searle and Director Janet Roston don’t just play the story for laughs; both Tonya and Nancy are portrayed as somewhat sympathetic… Kristen Lee Sergent is the spitting image of Kerrigan, and petite Darcie Champagne comes pretty close to Harding… Sergeant boasts a sweet, operatic soprano with a lot of power up top, and Champagne, also a fine singer, belts out Tonya’s music with accuracy and energy.”
IceNetwork.com (national figure skating website)
Knee whacking as opera; this is irresistible
Bill Littlefield, NPR

SEX AND SPORTS AND ROCK N’ ROLL… About the only thing that could have mae the 1994 Olympics any more tailor-made for the media would have been a classic rock soundtrack. Now it has one.”

An explosive cabaret of over-the-top rock tunes sung with operatic glass-shattering intensity and accompanied by off-the-wall dance numbers. Not to mention, a storyline so melodramatic, duplicitous, and droll, It’s downright Shakespearean. I’ll never look at rock ‘n’ roll, theatre, or figure skating the same way again.”
-Will Barry, The Noise

(photo: Barry Weiss)

jl634x1024-131107164501-634.Jennifer-Lawrence-Short-Hair-Sunnyvale.ms.110713jennifer-lawrence-hd-wallpaperAre we about to start Hatha-hating Jennifer Lawrence? a canny new article on Huffpost asks.

I hope not.  ‘Hatha-hating’ has prompted many a head-scratching think-piece, including on this blog.  The fierceness of the phenom puzzled me.  As the hate spotlight possibly swings toward J-Law, I wonder: is it a coincidence that she, like Anne Hathaway the year of her own Oscar win, recently cut her famous hair?

Even before J-Law was named in the hate-fray, I wondered if somehow Anne Hathaway’s short haircut had something to do with why the lovely and talented– if occasionally disingenuous and overemotional– Hathaway has inspired such Tweet-fueled hatred that her name has now been blended with the h-word– and not just as a hashtag.

nyc ballet fall 2 210912Hathaway is often knocked for being stagey in her displays of emotion– and her short haircut emphasizes her ultra-expressive face with its generous actressy features.  A striking look, and one that bucks the look-a-like trend of long silky extension-enhanced locks.

So why IS hate-talk starting up about the famously likable and relatable J-Law– who this past year did have her own long locks sheared?  Think about it. Anne Hathaway was popular star for years, and even seemed to survive her Oscar-host mis-fire whilst she sported flowing brown locks. But when she chopped her hair, initially for her Oscar-winning Les Miz. star turn, her star-power began short-circuiting. By her Oscar night, Hatha-haters were in full-throated attack. Hathaway has chosen to keep her dark hair clipped in gamin-style. ahnknown

Now as the first whispers begin that J-Law herself may be stumbling– or fake-stumbling, as some detractors would have it– into Hatha-hate-land, is her new short ‘do’ a factor? J-Law’s pixie hairstyle looks fetching to me. But does it make any difference whether short hair is flattering or not? Or whether the ‘long locks’ favored by Hollywood starlets are so often blatantly fake extensions?

Jennifer Aniston recently dared to bob her blonde hair but the backlash and deliberately unflattering photos were so intense she quickly back-pedaled and appeared more recently with mira-grown lavish hair.  Should Jen-Law follow the older Jennifer’s lead and grow back her mane ASAP?  Are these stars or their ‘haters’ the ones who should have their heads examined?

(photos: dailyhit.com, eonline.com, wiki.com, GoogleImages)

An award-winning screenwriter at international film festivals and labs, Caitlin McCarthy has written two feature films: WONDER DRUGan Alfred P. Sloan Foundation script at the Hamptons Screenwriters Lab; and RESISTANCE, a script accepted into the exclusive Squaw Valley Screenwriters Program. Caitlin is also partnering on writing/creating the TV series PASS/FAIL with Jim Forbes, a multiple Emmy, ALMA, AP and Golden Mic award-winning writer, producer, correspondent and narrator; and writing/creating the TV series FREE SKATE with choreographer Michael Masionis attached. In addition to screenwriting, Caitlin serves as an English teacher at an inner-city public high school.
For more information, please visit her IMDb profile, official Facebook page, and officialTwitter page.

motley-crue-final-tour-press-conference-650-430At the news that NIKKI SIXX’s Motley Crue is retiring following their 2014 tour, we salute an immortal Rocker by reprinting this tribute:

“Nikki Sixx: From Bad Boy to Good Man” by Caitlin McCarthy

With so much focus on cads these days, I thought it was time to highlight the bad boys who became good men.

My favorite example is Nikki Sixx.  As many of you know from my previous blog posts here, I attended numerous concerts at the Worcester Centrum growing up.

I made a point of seeing all my favorite bands in the ‘80s, with only one excep exception: Motley Crue.

It takes a lot to intimidate me, but in the ‘80s, Motley Crue did just that. Like Lord Byron, they were mad, bad, and dangerous to know. Sex, drugs, and violence followed them wherever they went. Just read the group’s autobiography “The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band” and Nikki’s memoir “The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star.”

Motley Crue attracted a “motley” crowd to their concerts back then. As a preppy, my bob and clothing got the stink eye from Poison fans. I feared Motley fans wouldn’t limit themselves to just dirty looks. I honestly believed they’d do much worse to me, egged on by the wild energy of the show.

So I settled for watching Motley Crue on MTV, zeroing in on Nikki Sixx. Whenever he was interviewed by a VJ (remember them?), I paid attention. Even though Nikki was in the throes of a horrific drug addiction at the time, and living the life of a rock star in the worst possible sense, he struck me as a decent guy at heart. His lifestyle choices didn’t diminish his musical ability. (Nikki is Motley Crue’s bassist and main songwriter.) He also came across as a smart businessman. He was (and still is) a natural, a true star.

Once Nikki freed himself from drugs around the 21st Century, he became an author, fashion designer, photographer, and founder of additional bands (58 and Sixx:AM). Nikki made history as the first rock star ever to testify on Capital Hill before members of Congress on addiction. Nikki even branched out into charity. He’s not someone who throws money at problems. He’s hands-on with his efforts. Continue Reading »

The Best Moment of Ellen Degeneres’s genial but uneven Oscar Host turn was her celebrated Celebrity Selfie shot.


Bhwwo6xCUAAqbyN.jpg-largeAnd big congrats to our own blog fave Caitlin McCarthy for appearing in a Tweet shot of her own onscreen at the Oscar’s.

But antic Tweet-crashing aside, many of Ellen D’s playful ‘talk show’ techniques fell flat.  The Oscar’s aren’t a Pizza Party and aren’t even a Golden Globe style cocktail party (which may be why Golden Girls Tina Fey and Amy Poehler have allegedly refused to take on the more staid Oscar).

Ellen’s Pizza prank went on too long and needed more napkins.  Matthew McConaughey’s wife visibly stiffened as a greasy drippy pizza slice neared her lovely pale-pink designer gown.  Harrison Ford lifted his slice with the game bewilderment of a Dad at a kiddie party.

Ellen D’s style works perfectly for the loose relaxed anything-goes atmosphere of a Daytime Talk Show.  Similarly, David Letterman– who famously flopped at hosting the Oscars– found his  Late Nite style monologue floundering with the uptight Oscar crowd.  The Oscar’s producers need to embrace the formal white-tie affair that Oscar really is and stop trying to turn it into Comedy Central.6a00d8341c630a53ef0168e9997ec6970c-600wi

Having been privileged to attend the last two Tony Awards shows in person, cheering on the producing group Broadway Consortium, my Nominee for next year’s Oscar Host would be the multi-talented comic yet classy Neil Patrick Harris.   Continue Reading »

Julia Roberts“We are talking about people who are powerful. People who have very delicate power, people who are in the limelight. Their power can be destroyed very easily…”

This recent public statement by the fiancee of actress Julia Robert’s half-sister Nancy Motes may be spelling out the new rules of celebrity life in the truly tell-all era of social media.  What is the cost of a media world when angry Tweet messages or even alleged seven-page suicide notes can go viral?

nancy-motesTragically, Nancy Motes– as the world is now learning– died of an apparent drug overdose and presumed suicide on Feb. 9th.  In photos, Motes shares her famous sibling’s beaming smile.  But the sisters’ relationship allegedly darkened in later life.  Given the hostile nature of Mote’s Tweets on her superstar sister, speculation abounds about the supposedly lengthy suicide note Motes may have left behind.

Scandals hit hardest when the stars involved have seemed the most invincible.  Since bursting into stardom in Pretty Woman, Julia Roberts with her mile-wide smile has lived a charmed celebrity life.  An A-list star with a rare common touch, a longtime wife and mother of three offscreen, Roberts with her offbeat beauty projects vibrant warmth and humor onscreen.

Recently she has begun succeeding in making the tricky switch to serious actress, holding her own with Meryl Streep in August: Osage County. Some have callously speculated that her sister’s death may have been timed to ‘deny’ Roberts a Best Supporting Actress Oscar.  Even in death, Roberts’ sister and family are seen in Julia’s shadow.

PrettyWoman4_240x260_041020080506It can’t be easy to be a movie star’s sibling.  Or being a star with a sterling wholesome image who comes from an all-too-real and troubled family.  As with Woody Allen– whose alleged repugnant offscreen behavior is said to threaten Cate Blanchett’s Oscar chances– it’s painful yet perversely fascinating to watch family woes play out in public– and to have the unprecedented access to those woes that the social media era allows.

Radiant young Julia Roberts’ starmaking moment came in Pretty Woman when Richard Gere playfully held open a jewel box displaying a dazzling necklace.  As Julia reached for the box with childish eagerness, Gere snapped it shut.  Julia– regal in red velvet– burst into the wild girlish laugh heard round the world.

All these years later, will fame come back to bite this larger-than-life star, as a Pandora’s box of real-life troubles bursts open with– as always, for Julia Roberts– millions all-too-raptly watching?

(photos: GoogleImages, The Guardian.com, NYDailyNews.com, butterfliesandhurricansaccessstories.com)

Michael BarryMichael Barry is a writer who lives in Boston, MA. He received his B.A. in Financial Economics from St. Anselm College and his MFA in Creative Writing from the Stonecoast Program at the University of Southern Maine. Check him out at MichaelBarryWriter.com.

lebron-james01It was being whispered around that Lebron James was in Manchester, NH, incognito. Why he made his way to a city with no professional basketball I wasn’t sure. We met up on Elm Street, outside the Black Brimmer. We both knew where we were meeting and when, the details prearranged elsewhere. On the curb a valet weaved his way through a number of smoking college students. They were enthralled in the story of a girl they’d passed around. None of the flat brimmed polo hat bros gave heed to the 6’8” athlete in two pieces of a three-piece plaid cashmere suit. On another night in another city we might have been looking for the red carpet, the next party, the third piece of his suit. In ManchVegas we were on our way to a nightcap.


The first thing we saw turning up Lowell Street was a tow truck dragging away some unsuspecting drunk’s Cutlass Ciera. It was too early for the college kids to be at The Red Arrow Diner. The car belonged to a local. How unlikely a local would be unaware of the tow zone, Lebron stated so matter-of-factly, as though this were his usual Thursday-night-spot.

Lebron walked into the diner like it was a nightclub. He had a pseudo secret handshake with the lady behind the register and shot a kiss at the heavyset guy manning the grill before bear hugging an older gentleman reading yesterday’s paper at the counter. He had a swagger as we made our way down the line. I loved that about Lebron, that he waited in line. No shortcuts. LBsWhen we got to our place at the end he shoved his hands in his pockets and cozied up to the wall. There were four or five people in front of us. Lebron’s smile beamed as he turned to the girls ahead of us. He asked them where they went to school and immediately which dorms they lived in, favorite teachers, intramural basketball, then volleyball, tennis. He seemed to know so much about college life. The girls asked him how. He confessed how much he’d missed. How the millions of dollars couldn’t buy him one or two or four years of campus life, of skipping classes and hitting up house parties and bonfires with the gang. He never had the gang, had missed out on the opportunity to miss them and work to stay in touch after graduation. Continue Reading »

Daniel%20publicity%20shotThanks to Daniel for his thoughts on the deaths of Philip Seymour Hoffman, Pete Seeger and more.  RIP to two great stars…

After many years writing about music, movies and theater as a top Boston-market freelance journalist, Daniel Gewertz turned his attentions toward more creative writing, namely personal essays, short memoir pieces and story-telling. Recently, he completed his first novel, “Ghost To Genius.” He frequently performs his work on stage. Gewertz has published in The Boston Globe Magazine, The Boston Herald,  Harvard Magazine, The New York Times, and many other periodicals, and has taught writing at Cambridge Center for Adult Education, Lesley University and Bay State Community College. 

Demises Noble and Ignoble, Cultural Giants Dead or Shrunken

My sorrow over the death of Philip Seymour Hoffman feels as penetrating a grief as any I’ve felt by the demise of a public figure in a long time.


I did think he was the most expressive film actor of his generation, but beyond artistic stature, he was also like a humorous, schleppy, surprising friend.
There have been more heroic actors, but unlike a Daniel Day Lewis, I can say about Philip: his pain was my pain. He, like many of us, was an outsider.
The shock of his death comes the same week as the death of a truly heroic American, Pete Seeger.


Pete was over twice the age of Philip. A life of 94 beautifully-spent years coming to an end is not a stark tragedy, but I have stopped in my tracks a few times this week and thought: for the first time in my life, I am no longer sharing this earth with Pete Seeger. I am no longer blessed by his worldly presence. Yet here’s the good part: when I hear his recorded voice, I am lifted up still, and suspect I always will be.
I am sure seeing Hoffman on film will, for a while at least, only sadden me, much like hearing John Lennon’s voice struck me with pain after his premature death these 33 years ago. Seeger lived his ideals to his last days. The same cannot be said of Bob Dylan, who chose on Sunday to further tarnish, confuse and dirty the legacy of his far-gone, artistically heroic younger years. Continue Reading »

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