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HBO takes on Liberace in “Behind the Candelabra”

After Wilson and I cleaned the dinner dishes and put the kids to bed last night, we made a bee line for the couch. Many of our shows are done so we’re trying to get through our DVR recordings.  Wilson was ready to start the last season of “Justified“– which we missed– but I had other plans.

You can imagine how psyched he was to settle down to HBO’s “Behind the Candelabra,” about the flamboyant entertainer Liberace’s 1970’s affair with a man nearly 40 years his junior.

Claudette Barius/HBO

Claudette Barius/HBO

But after we finished the two-hour flick, starring Michael Douglas as Liberace and Matt Damon as his lover, we agreed it was well done and enjoyable. Direction by the Oscar-winning Steven Soderbergh gives it Hollywood street cred and airing on HBO allows for the creative freedom and heavy content necessary to tell the story in a realistic way.

The film is based on a book by Scott Thorson, who was 17 and living in a foster home when Liberace asked him to move into his palatial Las Vegas estate in the late 70’s.

The acting is terrific, and the sets and costumes are fun eye candy. For those of you who may not remember Liberace, he was a talented pianist and campy singer who took his kitschy act around the world and made millions. He basically invented Las Vegas cheese as we know it today. His trademark look included heavy gold jewelry, enormous fur coats and jewel-encrusted pianos, each adorned with ornate candelabrum.

HBO

HBO

Always a fan of excess, his Las Vegas mansion had 17 pianos, a casino, a quarry’s worth of marble and a pool. On his bedroom ceiling was a reproduction of the Sistine Chapel with his own face painted among the cherubs. With his bad toupees and pulled face, he looked like a combination of fat Elvis and Sigfried and Roy, only instead of lions, he’s surrounded by toy poodles whom he talks to in a baby voice.

Douglas does a fine job of creating the character but not a caricature.  He plays the effeminate Liberace as a deeply sensitive, mentally warped man but despite his loony behavior, you sympathize with him. Damon loses himself in Thorson, a shy, awkward boy, completely enamored of the decadent showbiz life, who eventually morphs into a drug-addicted, paranoid flunkee.

Although these are two actors known for commanding, macho roles, their relationship is believable and compelling.

Over the course of their 6-year relationship, Liberace showered the hunky Thorson with gifts and attention.  It’s a captivating story because of the twisted relationship between the men. Liberace wanted to be the boy’s lover and father figure, which plays out in several bizarre acts.  The most disturbing may be when Liberace has a drugged up, face-lifted plastic surgeon– played hilariously by Rob Lowe– do work on Thorson’s handsome face, to make him look like Liberace when he was young.

It’s painful to see adorable Matt Damon prissied up like this.

HBO

HBO

In the end, both were extremely needy, vulnerable people who seemed to really love each other.  Liberace’s ultimate betrayal plays out like any modern celebrity romance. The difference is, it wasn’t splashed all over TMZ.  It’s fascinating to realize how easy it was for a big celebrity– especially one as ostentatious as Liberace–  to hide his personal life for so long.

I recommend you see “Behind the Candelabra, ” and let me know what you think in the comments.  I’m not the only fan:  a total of 3.5 million viewers tuned in when it premiered Sunday night, HBO’s highest numbers for a made-for-tv movie in almost 10 years.

Oscars wrap: Music trumps movies

Oscars best picture 2013

Ah Oscar night. The ultimate in Hollywood glamor, power, and swagger.

The Academy hasn’t been able to nail a good host for a while, so the show has lost some cache, but I’m still a sucker for every over-coiffed red carpet turn, every meticulously planned acceptance speech.

I don’t watch any of Seth MacFarlane‘s shows nor did I see his movie “Ted,” although I’ve heard it’s hilarious. I was also unimpressed with his “SNL” hosting effort, so didn’t see the logic in choosing him as Oscar host.

Still don’t.

seth mcfarlane oscar host review

I didn’t like the open one bit. Didn’t find it funny, clever or compelling to watch. MacFarlane seemed nervous and awkward and his jokes fell flat. When William Shatner spoke to him from a screen above the stage about his performance, I was cringing. The song and dance numbers seemed out of place and poorly rehearsed.

Then two male choirs pranced around the stage singing an original song entitled, ”We saw your boobs,” and MacFarlane named all the famous actresses who’ve gone topless in movies. The shots bounced between the live performance and pre-taped cheesy reactions from some of the actresses.  I was uncomfortable, and wondered if he was offending half the room. His comedy seems misogynist and low brow. Will he get turned away from parties tonight?

Show highlights:  (see complete list of winners here)

“Argo” wins for best picture. Ben Affleck makes an honest, funny, moving speech that shows he’s too classy for sour grapes about his best director snub. He’s come a long way since Gigli.

The tribute to musical theater kicked ass. Loved Catherine Zeta Jones’s “All That Jazz” number from “Chicago”—sexy, spunky and raw. J Hud got a standing O when she rolled out her powerful “ I Am Telling You” from “Dreamgirls.” Then the whole cast of “Les Miz” –including Anne Hathaway, Hugh Jackman, Amanda Seyfried and the weakest link Russell Crowe— belted “One Day More,” giving me chills and renewing my desire to see the movie.

The tribute to James Bond movies could have been so much better. Why not bring out all the old Bond girls in fabulous Bob Mackie gowns…instead of having a very old singer performing “Goldfinger,” which is too old to be relevant?

Michelle Obama (in a gorgeous metallic tank dress) live from The White House introduced the best picture award. Not sure why, but a nice surprise.

Daniel Day Lewis won for best actor for “Lincoln,” becoming the first actor to win 3 Oscars in that category. He’s no joke.

Fashion highlights:   (see photos here)

Naomi Watts – My favorite by far.  Silver metallic asymmetrical Armani gown had inventive shape and lines and hugged her in all the right places. Stunning.

Amy Adams – Majestic dove grey ball gown with layered ruffles and updo hair. Dreamy. Romantic. Perfect Oscar couture.

Amanda Seyfried – Gorgeous old Hollywood Alexander McQueen with beautiful beading and unusual neckline. Svelte and sensational.

Jennifer Lawrence – Damn this girl can’t lose. Talented, smart, and amazing style. Loved her white sparkly dramatic gown.

Jessica Chastain—She nailed it with a gorgeous champagne beaded Armani dress and loose, pretty hair.

Jennifer Aniston— One of the few with a pop of color. Looked beautiful in a red classic Valentino ball gown and simple diamonds, with her gorgeous, perfectly highlighted tresses cascading onto her yoga-toned shoulders. (I may have a girl crush.)

Halle Berry – She was channeling Alexis Carrington in her 80’s-inspired black and silver striped Versace sheath, with major shoulder pads. But her skin, and body are perfection so she can pull anything off.

Sandra Bullock—She looked like a movie star in her black sparkly, Elie Saab beaded dress. The long straight hair, pulled back on one side with a diamond clip? I dug it.

Eddie Redmayne (from Les Miz) –gets my best dressed man award for his classic, fitted tux and unfussy hair.

Joseph Gordon Levitt– is adorable and looked cool in his modern, fitted tux.

Daniel Day Lewis—would not expect him to care about fashion yet I loved his navy tux. Different, handsome, unpretentious.

Naomi Watts oscars dress

Favorite moment of the night:

Barbra Streisand singing “Memories” in tribute to composer Marvin Hamlisch. Like buttah.

Who blew up Twitter:

Anne Hathaway’s nips– Poor earnest Annie. All that Oscar love (she won for best supporting actress) and so much public hate. Twitter was  on fire when she showed up  in a pale pink Prada gown that seemed rather plain, until I noticed her girls were standing at attention. Within minutes there was a Twitter parody feed: @Annesheadlights but by the end of the show it had been suspended. But the hashtag #AnneHathawaysNipples was going strong.

Who might wish they could have a do-over: 

–When accepting her best actress award, Jennifer Lawrence fell up the stairs in her grand ball gown. She recovered quickly and gave a speech that was heartfelt, poised, and gracious, especially considering she was favored to win.

Bradley Cooper is one of the sexiest men in Hollywood, but he overdid it on the hair gel and looked like he was wearing a helmet.

Hugh Jackman’s wife, Deborra  had a great idea with the all black tuxedo pants suit but she didn’t quite pull it off, especially with the high ponytail. Almost, but not quite.

Brandi Glanville. Not sure how this Real Housewife got into the Oscars but I’m always happy to see her. She actually almost had it. A gorgeous woman with an unbelievable body, her hair, makeup, and shoes were on target, but the dress bodice was straight out of a Playboy centerfold pictorial.   Oops. (you can see it here)

Helena Bonham Carter  never disappoints. Her dress looked like a witchy costume and her hair was a mess. At least she’s consistent!

–Olivia Munn— Love her, hated the dress. Too much material on the bottom, color was jarring and hair too severe. Not flattering.

–Robert Deniro is so over the Oscars he didn’t even comb his hair.

Overall, the musical performances outshone any of the comedy or movie bits in the show and saved it from being totally boring. I much prefer the Golden Globes: better hosts, better speeches, looser crowd.

What did you think of the show and the fashion? Tell me in the comments.

Beyonce’s HBO doc: Sasha Fierce shows her softer side

Beyonce is the thinking woman’s celebrity. She appeals on all levels: she’s gorgeous, talented, and not in your face.

Despite their enormous fame, she and well-known husband, rap mogul Jay Z, have fiercely protected their privacy. They’ve refused to speak about their relationship publicly and -– in the age of overexposure– managed to keep their wedding and two pregnancies under the radar.

I like her music, especially its message of women empowerment. I’ve been known to vigorously shout her “who-needs-men” lyrics at top volume in the sanctity of my minivan. Plus she kicked ass at the Super Bowl, and quite possibly blew out the stadium lights with her electricity.

So I was curious about her 90-minute documentary, “Life is But a Dream,” that debuted on HBO this weekend.

Bey Bey did not disappoint.

beyonce life is but a dream review

The film—which follows her over a period of about three years—covers her making an album and performing in several huge venues all over the world. There’s some manufactured backstage drama involving support staff but it’s inconsequential. As soon as Beyonce leaves the screen, you want her back.

She’s amazing eye candy on stage. Inventive costumes, an endless parade of fabulous hairstyles, and impressive dance moves. And so much energy. She must have broken a record for most shimmy and shakes per second.

But it’s the personal stories behind the scenes that will grab you.

She keeps a video diary on her computer and often appears sans makeup, showing raw emotion about her work and life experiences. Part of the reason she wanted to do the film after avoiding discussing her personal life for so long is to let fans know she’s not just a paparazzi photo, and has the same fears, hurt, and insecurities as most people.

The film made news when Beyonce revealed she had a miscarriage before eventually having her daughter Blue Ivy in 2012. She describes hearing her baby’s heartbeat the first time she was pregnant as the most beautiful music she ever heard. When the heartbeat disappeared, she recorded what she calls the saddest song she’d ever written as a form of therapy to get through her pain.

The way she talks about the joy and fragility of her second pregnancy exposes a vulnerability that’s relatable and grounding. She convincingly debunks rumors she used a surrogate, saying she couldn’t wait to experience the excitement of giving birth. She speaks honestly throughout the doc and I found her deeply spiritual, without being preachy or self-absorbed.

beyonce hbo doc review

Watching her recording songs feels like eavesdropping on an intimate moment. Her video confessionals and the few interactions with Jay Z fascinated me. She obviously adores him. There’s one brief home video of a speech she made to him on his birthday in 2006 that’s cozy and sweet.

While she’s totally out there, Jay Z makes a few very brief appearances and maybe speaks 5 words total. I wanted to see more, but also respect that she’s still preserving boundaries.

It may sound ridiculous to make a documentary about your life and still attempt to set limits,  but Beyonce manages to do it. She shows video of her pregnant body, but only in almost animated silhouette. She finally invites the world for a look at her daughter, but only for a few moments at the end of the film. She finds a balance between sharing and keeping some things for herself.

What resonated most with me is when she talked about staying humble while honoring her fans, and staying current while being true to her soul and artistic evolution.

The film is a beacon of light in the slimy world of celebrity culture. Beyonce is a celebrity you can safely admire and a woman with an inspiring story to tell.

Sweating the small stuff– night worrying

Today I woke up in a panic.

I had gone to bed late after watching the movie “The Impossible,” the true story of a couple and their 3 boys who lose each other during the 2004 Asian tsunami that killed more than 200,000 people. I liked it– it was well-directed and acted –but difficult to watch at times because the effects were so real and the fear so palpable. Apparently it took  a year to meticulously recreate the tsunami hitting the beach and the aftermath of its violent devastation.

It was an intense movie experience but not exactly the chamomile tea of bedtime entertainment.

Wilson was on a business trip so I solicited my 7-year-old, Eli,  to sleep in my bed to fill the void. I don’t sleep well when Wilson’s not around.

I must have dreamed about the movie because I woke up a mere 4 hours after falling asleep. Panting breath. Heart racing. Head pounding. It was almost like I was hung over, but I hadn’t had a drop to drink.

middle of the night panic attacks

Thoughts were flying through my mind  like race cars on a speedway. A worry would zoom in, make my stomach drop, and then zoom out, only to be followed by a different fear.

I noticed Eli was breathing heavily in his sleep and immediately decided he must have the flu. I had forgotten to give him his nightly asthma medicine before bed and was now certain his health was in peril and it was all my fault. He’s had a flu shot and his only symptom was a sniffle. But in my mind we were headed for the ER.

The mind plays tricks in the middle of the night.

Like everyone else, I have a lot going on at work and at home, but nothing serious or life threatening. I have some deadlines looming this week and Wilson being gone doubled some of the weekend duties, but nothing I can’t handle.

So why the hysteria??

Stress and angst are part of modern life, no? I’m not a type-A person.  In fact, I’m quite the creative procrastinator who never sees the bottom of a to-do list because I’d rather socialize, read, or watch TV  than do errands. But once in a while the tension builds up and it’s Panic Room city.

Some say these unwelcome wake ups are a sign of aging. As we get older, our sleep patterns fail us and the smallest worry ignites the mind.

Damn middle age.

This tweet from funny lady Allana Harkin of Babble.com made me feel better:

I just wish the “me” time was more enjoyable.

Hard to embrace it when it feels like a heart attack and leaves me edgy all day. I know when I’m in that mode I need to stop my mind from spinning, so I turned on a pen light to read. When the sun came up I headed to yoga class. The breathing and standing on my head helped a little.

Does this happen to you? Let me know in the comments. And please share any remedies that don’t require a prescription!

I watched “Liz and Dick” so you don’t have to

It’s my blogging duty to be on top of all pop culture events, and this week’s debut of Lifetime’s “Liz and Dick,” starring Lindsay Lohan, was one I couldn’t ignore.

These are the sacrifices I make for you people.

I took one for the team this time…and poor Wilson did too. While Wilson would rather go mall shopping or have his eyes gouged out than watch a Lifetime movie of any kind, he sat patiently through it, and even refrained from making nasty comments, which wasn’t easy. (Perhaps he did this because he felt guilty that I just spent an entire week sitting through 37 football games.)

He’s a good man.

So back to fun with Dick and Liz.  The production value was better than your average TV movie, but still so cheesy I was craving a cracker. I was conscious of the canned, breezy instrumental music in the transition scenes and could tell  that several locations were fake or on a green screen. The makeup looked cheap and obvious. The script was lame and soapy.

While I could have turned it off at any point, I didn’t. I’m not sure if it’s because I was interested in Liz and Dick, or just watching Lindsay. This role– hailed as her comeback– was anything but, and sank her stock as an actress even further.

But she is compelling on camera.

Despite her silly big lips, she’s very attractive and commands attention. The irony of playing a famous actress with drug, alcohol, and love problems, hounded by paparazzi is not lost on the viewer.  But she didn’t capture the essence of Elizabeth Taylor– who was breathtakingly beautiful, regal, and mature. Lohan struggled to play her, and at times seemed like a teenager dressing up in mom’s clothes, trying to act grown up.

Lohan pouts through much of the movie and the gratuitous glass throwing and bottle swigging quickly became laughable. The final scenes when Liz sports her short 80’s haircut and giant tinted glasses make her look ridiculous, or– as the Hollywood Reporter suggests in this scathing review— worthy of an SNL skit.

I didn’t believe there was chemistry between Lohan and forgettable costar Grant Bowler, and isn’t that the whole point of the movie? He’s not handsome or charming, the way I pictured Richard Burton, and his Hair-Club-for-Men wigs were distracting.

What kept me watching? I was curious about Liz and Dick’s love affair and ate up  all the glamor. Seeing Liz wearing giant diamonds and fabulous outfits, accessorized with hats, furs, and a cigarette holder was fun eye candy. And maybe deep down I was rooting for Lindsay to pull it off.

Most of the reviews make mine look like a rave, and the big story is that the movie only grabbed 3.5 million viewers–much less than other Lifetime movies with lesser known stars and attention.

Poor Lindsay.

This is one time you can be glad that you don’t know Dick. Or Liz for that matter.  I wish I had that two hours of my Lifetime back. Hope you did something much more productive with yours.

The Paper Boy Delivers

Before kids we used to see movies all the time, sometimes two a weekend. We knew all the best theaters and when to go to get good seats. Names of actors and directors rolled off my tongue as easily as remembering family members.

But who has time for movies now?

I wish I did. It’s still one of one of my favorite activities. There’s something about sitting in the dark, scarfing down popcorn, while getting lost in a story that never gets old.

This weekend I was determined to see a flick.  When we arrived at the theater, the timing worked for a movie I knew nothing about called “The Paper Boy.”

The cast includes Nicole Kidman, Zac Efron, Matthew McConaughey, John Cusack, and Macy Gray so I figured it couldn’t be terrible.

Wilson and I loved it. It’s the FX show “Justified” meets “Cape Fear” meets “Body Heat.” Set in a Florida swamp town in the 1960’s, it’s the story of two brothers who only have each other and the maid who raised them after their mother left. The older brother (McConaughey) is a newspaper reporter who’s investigating whether a convicted murderer (Cusack) was framed for a crime he didn’t commit . Kidman plays the sexy fiance of the convict who has a stake in freeing her man.

The plot is compelling and unpredictable. It’s incredibly sexy and violent, but only briefly disturbing.  The acting is amazing, especially Efron who is scantily clad in most of the movie (which was just fine with me) but completely believable as the younger brother who comes of age as life kicks him in the gut more than once. Macy Gray plays the quietly wise maid who brought the boys up and has to balance playing surrogate mother and employee in the racist South.

I was distracted at first by Kidman’s over plumped lips– they seemed too modern for the 60’s waitress she plays– but she is so good in the movie, you forget about it and get lost in her character, who manages to be vulnerable and strong all at once.

“The Paper Boy” is directed by Lee Daniels who’s been a critical darling for  “Precious.” His talent is getting raw, intense performances out of actors and this movie is no exception.  McConaughey is grimy and reckless throughout, and Cusack is downright repulsive and terrifying.

I smell Oscar nods all around.

Daniels is also creative in his shots and editing, which messes with time and leaves the viewer wondering if all of the scenes were real or partly the character’s dream.  A small South Florida town in the Civil Rights era is an interesting backdrop to the plot and the relationships between the black and white characters are complicated but authentic.

I would highly recommend”The Paper Boy.”  I’d also suggest you see the movie before dinner as it will provide plenty of conversation.

Shoot me your movie tips in the comments.