Theater

Daniel Radcliffe has the itch for Broadway again and it's telling him to dance DANCE DANCE! Variety (via NYDN) says that DanRad will flutter and sing in a revival of How To Succeed in Business Without Really Trying. If you ask me, DanRad should first take a class in How To Succeed in Showing Your Peen In A Broadway Play first.

DanRad, who took it all off in Equus last year, will take part in a reading of the musical this December. If the reading goes well, they will start planning a full production for next year.

The last time the musical was revived on Broadway was in 1995. It starred Matthew Broderick. You better believe Matthew is going to ring up DanRad and offer to help him with "getting into character." Matthew's technique involves several flavors of lube and deep breathing exercises. Such a Thespian!

Poison performed with the show Rock of Ages on the Tony Awards tonight and the theater gods were not amused with the idea of the keeper of the whores on Broadway. They gave Bret Michaels a warning by practically decapitating him and knocking him on his ass! HAHAHAHA! Who ever said the Tonys didn't bring laughs?! I wonder if his "fine European extensions" survived? And I also wonder how long it took them to mop up all the douche water that splashed out of his ears? What a beautiful moment. Totally rock and fucking roll.

And here's some pictures of Poison with Constantine before Bret almost got beheaded. I guess C.C. Deville couldn't make it. It was nice of Phyllis Diller to fill in for him.

File this under: news that made my nipples pass out. The New York Post (via Playbill) says that Hugh Jackmeoff and Daniel Craig will star in a Broadway play together later this fall. That theater is going to constantly smell like spoiled goat milk, hot dog water and discarded tuna cans.

Hugh and Daniel will both play cops (MY BUTT JUST BLEW UP) in A Steady Rain by playwright Keith Huff. The play is about "two Chicago cops whose friendship is tested by a domestic dispute they encounter in a poor neighborhood."

Okay, what is the title referring to exactly? Does it refer to a pivotal scene where Hugh and Daniel embrace in the rain pant-less? Or maybe it refers to a pivotal scene where Hugh and Daniel embrace in the shower shirtless? Or maybe it refers to a pivotal scene where Hugh and Daniel embrace while one of them is going pee pees?

It doesn't really matter. Just tell me if they will be selling a clean change of panties at the concession stand or if I have to bring my own?

Normally when it's announced that a movie is turning into a gay ass musical spectacular, I get the dry heaves in my asshole, but this shit right here has made my life. Andy Fickman of Reefer Madness fame is putting together a musical based on the 1988 life-changing epic Heathers. Andy, Kevin Murphy and Larry O'Keefe have been working on this shit for a while now. They hope to get it up on Broadway by 2010.

Andy said, "'I love my dead gay son.' If you can get that into a song, then that is just perfect."

Broadway wouldn't be my first choice for this shit. It would be even better if they did it with an all-tranny cast at a dinner theater in Sprinboro, Ohio.

Seriously, think about the possibilities if they don't fuck it up. I mean, dancing BBQ CornNuts, a singing Martha Dumptruck (Andy Milonakis in his stage debut) and a riveting ballad called "Fuck Me Gently With a Chainsaw" (now I know where THEY got the idea)...this might be amazing.

Then again, it also might be a giant puddle of hot vom. And bulimia's so '87.

It's already been announced that the bitches of Broadway are turning Jacko's song "Thriller" into a full-fledged Broadway musical, and now they are planning to give Betty Boop the musical treatment.

Pop songwriter and reality star (Princes of Malibu, duh) David Foster, who has worked with Celine Dion and Mimi, will write the music for this future caca fiesta. Some hos named Oscar Williams and Sally Robinson will write the book. The producers are aiming to open on Broadway during the 2010-2011 season. The show is expected to close 2 days later. They issued this press release:

"In the new musical, the inimitable Betty Boop joins her friends Bimbo and Koko to work her irresistible charm in reuniting her grandfather (who has created the Greatest Invention of Mankind) with the long-lost, true love of his life, while saving the Happy Heart Theater from the developer's bulldozers."

I'm going to name my first and second born brats Bimbo and Koko. Seriously, I don't know how to take this shit. On one hand, Betty Boop is an old timey tramp and Broadway needs more slutiness. On the other hand, can you really handle listening to some squeaky-voice singing "boop-boop-a-doop" over and over again for 90-minutes? And how are they going to capture the magicalness (I think I made that up) of her gargantuan head?! That's her best feature!

Methinks this shit is going to be more like "Betty Poop."

Source: Playbill

I like where Broadway is going. I applaud celebrity dudes getting on stage and showing their wangs to a live audience. This is what theater needs. However, Zac Efron's peen is not the dick I had in mind to replace DanRad's wang in "Equus" on Broadway.

Zac tells The Sun that he's ready to shed his goody-goody Disney image by exposing his skin lipstick on the Great White Way. Zac says, "You know that Daniel Radcliffe role on Broadway, well it's been mentioned.”

I know some of you whores are producing massive amounts of panty pudding over this bit of news, but think it through. There's no way Zac is going to show off his man clit in its natural state. This is the Cover Girl princess we're talking about. The peen is going to be covered in powder, foundation, bronzer, mascara, lipstick, false eyelashes and glitter. It's not going to look like a beautiful penis. It's going to look like fucking Xtina.

Last night was DanRad's opening night for Equus on Broadway. Click here to read my review on the unsung star of the show, Harry's peen!

In my review, I forgot to mention something very important. Harry's peen was missing from the curtain call. To quote Steph Tanner, "How rude!" The curtain call would have been the perfect time to shine the spotlight on his wang's happy head and its smiling lips! But no! The producers had to be fun-killers and hide it away like they did during the rest of the show. When is Harry's peen going to get the full attention it deserves?! I hope Ty Ty casts it in the next season of "America's Next Top Model." It really needs a spread in Seventeen Magazine.

Below are some pictures of Harry's hairy face and body bowing for his audience last night. And notice Richard Griffiths' dazzling belly! I'm still having dreams of it. I also threw in some pictures of Harry and Richard looking like old-fashioned piano players at the after-party.

"American Psycho," the book by Breat Easton Ellis about a 1980s Wall Street banker who loves to murder, is being turned into a big Broadway musical. Fun for the whole family!

The bitches producing it said now is the best time to put song into Patrick Bateman's murdering heart, because of what's happening on Wall Street. They are currently looking for hos to write the songs and book. No timeline has been set.

Obviously, Christian Bale is the only one who can play Patrick Bateman. He was in "Newsies," so he can sing and dance! "American Psycho" is kind of like "Newsies," but with more blood, nail guns, Huey Lewis and rats.

Speaking of rats, I can't wait for the musical's Act 2 opener featuring an interpretive dance between a woman, her vagina, a hungry rat and a chainsaw. Consider yourself lucky if you have no idea what I'm talking about.

The little robot with the stupid jeans started previews in "All My Sons" on Broadway yesterday and was welcomed by a few friends! Around 20 members of the anti-Scientology group, Anonymous, protested outside of the theater. Some of them wore "V for Vendetta" masks while shouting "SAVE KATIE!"

They said they were not there to boycott Katie or the play. "We are protesting Scientology. It is evil. Scientology kills people. It follows you home at night. It is perverted.”

Damn. It follows you home alright. Those are some brave bitches. I would have worn more than a mask. I would have worn a full suit of armor and protected myself with a vial of truth serum. Those Scientology types hate that shit! Seriously, Tommy Girl probably used his beady alien eyes to memorize the faces and hands of all of the hos raining on his alien parade. They better carry around that truth serum wherever they go or their faces might end up on a milk carton. That's why I always blog from a bomb shelter covered in pictures of vaginas. If Tommy Girl sees a vagina, he runs the other way. You can never be too safe.

Fox News' Roger Friedman reports that last night's first performance was all about Tommy. When he walked into the theater, everyone clapped for his stupid ass. During the performance, Tommy cheered like it was one of his kids' soccer games. Or like he was at one of his gay alien orgies. "Go Johnny! Ride that ass! You go gurrrrrl! Werrrk it." Okay, I'm making myself sick.

Tommy also waved and bowed at the audience like he was the star of the show. Somebody really needs to pull that butt plug out of his ass and shove it down his throat. I'm surprised he didn't jump on the stage during curtain call with Suri in his arms. He's probably saving that shit for opening night.

Here's some pictures of Katie on stage with Dianne Wiest and also after the show. Stepford Katie sort of looks normal on stage, but the minute she grabs Tommy's hand, she turns into a brainwashed middle-aged house frau with a vitamin deficiency. And will Tommy just start wearing stilettos already?

Last night, I went to see Harry Potter's peen in its Broadway debut in that play about horseys and smoke. Seriously, there was a lot of smoke in that shit. I thought I was hot boxin' with Snoop Dogg. Anywang, let's just get to the important shit, shall we?

Harry's wand makes its appearance at the end of the second act, so you have to sit through a lot of acting stuff before then. The acting stuff (especially Richard Griffiths) is good and that's saying a lot coming from my grouchy ass. However, the director immediately needs to address the peen issue. This is my issue: I could barely see that shit! It was dark as hell during his peen's scene. I wanted to shout, "Somebody! Turn on the fucking lights! I can't see his dick!" His peen even looked like it was ready to give the performance of a lifetime! From what I did see, it was standing straight up, eager to entertain us. Put a spotlight on it! The peen obviously wants to show us what it can do. When the light would hit it, I would see it getting all excited, thinking the moment its been waiting for finally arrived. That moment never came and neither did he. Overall, the peen is short and not showcased enough. It was ready, willing and able, but it never got the chance.

And don't even ask me if I got pictures of that shit! I was told that if the ushers catch you taking pictures, they will shame you in front of everyone by taking your cell phone away. I don't want to be known as the bitch who got caught taking pictures of Harry's peen. It's bad enough that I'm devoting an entire post to Harry Potter's cock! Yes, I'm desperate.

Oh and let me just briefly talk about Richard Griffiths' magnificent belly. I was probably mesmerized by his belly of wonder than I was by Harry's junk. I want to sit on top of Richard's belly and eat a peach. It's fucking amazing.