The stars at night are big and bright deep in the heart of Broadway where Pee Wee Herman is making his New York debut at the Stephen Sondheim Theater providing us an intimate visit to the playhouse. Thank God they have a basement. But no need to worry if you miss it because it’ll soon be on HBO in the comfort of your toasty home rather than in an ice box.
The choreography between Pee Wee and the live puppets is action packed! And way better than Avenue Q. Paul Rubens, who hasn’t aged a day, is still our inner child, now and forever, reacquainting us with irreverent politico jokes and jack off jokes. So it only makes sense that the audience comprised of a crowd of 40 year olds.
Pee Wee may be a loner, a rebel and a guy not to get mixed up with but after all these years we still want to come over and play. Also CGI is nothing compared to the awesomeness of the Pee Wee magnets that I got. Infinity.
The hourglass like poster for 127 Hours is a visually dazzling metaphor that conjures up the desperate race for time vs. Aron Ralston (James Franco) as he hangs in the balance of the reality of man – like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand. Still, it doesn’t hold a candle to Mel Gibson’s new movie poster for The Beaver.
Like Howard Hawks, director Danny Boyle likes to mix it up. Everything from junkies, viruses running amok, Indians, sun worshipping beach bums and astronauts – to a lone narcissistic biker/hiker who records his every thrill (except when he’s about to commit a Pee Wee Herman with his one remaining hand) eventually leading to the real climax of the movie when he cuts off his arm with a dull pocket knife. But as brilliantly shot and edited it is, not to mention Franco’s ability and charisma, I was not left feeling the pain of losing a limb, surviving and gaining humility and perspective, but rather wanting to punch the squeamish mouth breather sitting next to me. I hardly consider Aron married with a kid surviving! I’d prefer having my arm hacked off by a lightsaber like Luke Skywalker. With the guidance of Yoda, just look what he made of himself afterwards – a Jedi Master! Whereas Aron had Scooby fuckin’ Doo!