July 2013


Social media and the Internet allows us the opportunity to share as much (or as little) as we want.

For example, you’re reading my blog right now… and I chose to type out exactly what you are reading.

When I started this blog a few years ago, it was to chronicle what was going on in my life while I was writing my thesis. I finished writing my thesis over two years ago and this blog has since become a mix of popular culture stuff (movie/theater reviews and glee-caps mostly) and epic monologues about various aspects of my life as I am navigating living on my own in NYC (my One Year Anniversary is next weekend – WHAT?!).

Those who know me best can sometimes read between the lines of what I’m sharing on here and usually can figure out when I’ve purposefully omitted something.

See, when you’re in the middle of a job hunt (like I am and have been for the last month and a half…), you can’t just go around posting all your thoughts and feels on the Internet for everyone to see/read. You need to carefully create this online presence so that when potential employers poke around on the World Wide Web and come across your blog, they aren’t immediately turned off by what you’ve chosen to share with the world.

I Google myself every now and again just to make sure I haven’t written anything that would be harmful to my public image. Besides some swear words on my Twitter and on here every now and again, I think I’m doing pretty well. Lucky for me, the things that pop up when I Google my name are my Twitter feed, my graduate thesis, my LinkedIn page, an article I wrote for VMSD a few months ago and some articles I wrote while at Ohio University. I look pretty damn professional, if I do say so myself 🙂

But that’s the thing… I’m very aware of what I post on here or what goes on my Tumblr page. I will definitely favorite things I like, but I will never reblog someone who has a username better fit for a porn title, or reblog pictures of actors I like just for the hell of it. I want to make a contribution to my readers – not just constantly spam them with gifs of the same thing that’s already clogging up their dashboard.

The thing is, though, some days I would like to just come on here and type out everything that’s flying around in my head – if only to just get it out.

But I don’t. I can’t.

Because the moment I type something on here about having a bad day or bursting into tears while brushing my teeth, someone is going to see that and think, “Oh, I can’t hire her. She seems unstable.”

But that’s not true.

Everyone has bad days now and again. And sure, I get a little sad or lonely at times. But doesn’t everybody?

Are we meant to keep this epically cheery facade on at all times? Sadly, I think the answer is “yes.”

I was on the phone with my dad the other day and I complained about something and he told me “Get a better attitude, kid, because people can feel that bad vibe.” I WAS IN MY APARTMENT. ALONE.

If I’m not allowed to feel a little moody when I’m alone in the privacy of my own home, then when or where can I?

This is why I get headaches. This is why I can’t sleep. This is why I burst into tears while I brush my teeth sometimes. Because I’m being told that I have to keep my negative thoughts in or else someone might see/feel/hear them and we can’t have that now, can we?

I know my dad did not mean for me to just clam up and not tell anyone anything ever, or completely suppress all my thoughts and feelings. He was just saying that in that moment, I needed to have a better attitude about what I was talking about.

However, he’s right to a degree. In our society, it’s really frowned upon if you get down on yourself or express negative thoughts. I mean, people do it all the time (why do you think gossip magazines and crappy talk shows/reality shows are so popular?), but it’s unbecoming if you just air all your dirty laundry for the whole of the world to see/read. If people see that you are sad and depressed right then, then they are likely to assume that that is how you are always.

I would argue that I am a happy person a majority of the time. I have a wonderful family and great friends. I just finished a huge personal writing project and am back to writing scripts. But somehow it’s always easier to focus on the bad things. For me, right now, that’s not having a job, being terrified of my future and watching seemingly everyone else around me getting married or at the very least being happy in a relationship.

I’m working extremely hard on fixing two of the three of those “bad things.” (I’m focusing on finding a job and being less scared of my completely uncertain future… the relationship thing can keep waiting. I have to be happy with myself first, and being financially stable again will be a HUGE part of that.) I have applied to 52 jobs so far this month. (Yes, I have been keeping a detailed list… it’s sad and impressive all at the same time.) And I’ll be applying to a bunch more jobs this afternoon.

I have to believe that something good is on the horizon for me. (See – look at me being all POSITIVE!!! You should totally hire me because I BELIEVE IN MYSELF!!!!!!!!!)

But, when I have a bad day in the coming weeks, you won’t be reading about it on here. Because “here” is online and online is for all to see.

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My brother and I have taken to having movie nights together.

It is important to note that my brother lives in Ohio and I live in NYC and yet this is completely doable with the power of technology and some sibling ingenuity. 

It all started when my brother texted me a few months ago that he was watching Witness. As that is one of my favorite movies, I was like “No way! I love that movie. Maybe I’ll put it on too.” And so my brother paused his movie, I dug my DVD out of my movie binder and asked my brother which part he was watching… he hadn’t gotten too far, so I fast forwarded the movie to the proper spot and our first movie night was born.

While we watched, my brother and I would text each other and make comments about what was on screen or quote our favorite lines of dialogue. Watching Witness was fun because the little Amish kid looks like my brother did when he was little, so we would comment on what his onscreen doppelganger was doing.

In addition to Witness, we’ve watched Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I, and Wet Hot American Summer. (We have to watch movies I already own on DVD b/c I can’t stream Netflix and text at the same time because my computer is too slow to stream movies and I can text and watch Netflix on my phone at the same time. I, however, own hundreds of DVDs so it’s not too hard to find something he can stream or get from the library that I have access to.)

My brother and I would watch movies all the time when we were little and we still do any time we get together nowadays. We like to discuss the plot, the effects, continuity problems, etc… Conversation ranges from silly to downright serious and philosophical. (Our discussion of the depiction of the loss of youth throughout the Harry Potter films and the parallels between the propaganda/politics of the Ministry of Magic and the Third Reich was really quite poignant.)

It’s nice watching these already familiar movies with my brother because it’s more about spending time together when we’re not actually together. We got really close after our older sister went away to college and we’ve tried to keep that up over the past decade or so. It’s not that we didn’t get along when we were younger; it’s just that since there was three of us, one person got picked on – and that person was usually me.

Keeping a solid relationship with my siblings now that we live far apart is tricky, especially because both of my siblings are married. My sister and I definitely don’t talk as much anymore (we went from living together as adults for four years to maybe talking a few times a month on the phone). I put part of the blame on myself, as I don’t like to call as often because I assume that I’m interrupting or that she’s busy with work or at home. My brother and I hardly talked on the phone anyway, but we’ll talk a couple times a month when he’s walking back to his car after class or just to catch up if it’s been awhile. This is why I really like our movie nights – it gives us a chance to hang out for a couple hours and crack jokes/talk, even if we aren’t in the same room or actually talking. 

I don’t know when our next one will be (for all I know, we could be having one tonight…), but I know it’ll be a good time because I’ll be with family… even if I won’t really “be” with family.

 

 

Okay… so, I know I’m way behind the times here, but a friend lent me her copy of The Fault in Our Stars (by John Green) and I read it in less than 24 hours.

 

Everyone told me I was going to cry, and though I didn’t my heart hurt so much. (Full disclosure – I have never cried while reading a book and only cried 3 times watching television and 3-4 times watching movies. I’ve cried way more watching live theater than anything else… I just can’t seem to emote during works of fiction.)

 

For those of you who don’t know what the book is about, it’s told from the POV of Hazel – a 16-year-old who has cancer. (She carts around an oxygen tank and has trouble with her lungs.) Hazel becomes the object of affection of one of the boys at her support group (Augustus Waters). Though she tries to prevent herself from getting into a relationship with Augustus, young (but legit) love wins out and the two end up together. However, Augustus was/is sick too. (SUPER DUPER SPOILER ALERT) One of them does not make it to the end of the book.

 

I kind of loved most of this book. The witty banter between Hazel and Augustus reminded me of the fast-paced verbal sparing in Gilmore Girls, but infinitely better. Hazel and Augustus, though young, are wise beyond their years because they have been to hell and back (and then back to hell again) with their illnesses and treatments. Knowing that your book is going to end chapters before your peers’ has got to be one of the greatest mindfucks known to the terminally ill. And to deal with that as a teenager… I can’t even fathom it.

 

I thought Hazel was an admirable female protagonist. She was down on herself as most teenage girls are, but she also more than stood her ground when faced with adversity. It was heartbreaking to read the passages when she talked about not wanting to be a grenade – about how she doesn’t want to let too many people get too close because she doesn’t want a lot of casualties when she dies. But, when she realizes she is unable to keep Augustus at length (they’re friends, but he wants to be more than that) and finally lets herself love and be loved… well that’s heartbreaking too.

 

Augustus Waters is the kind of character who is easy to fall for. He’s a little bit of a bad boy (in the sense that he keeps mouthing at an unlit cigarette – saying it gives him power to put something that could kill him between his teeth, but not give the object the power to actually kill him), but he’s mostly a selfless person. His friendship with Isaac (a blind boy in their support group) is brotherly and supportive. His relationship with Hazel is enviable. In a perfect world, these two kids would be healthy and get to spend their late teens figuring out the ups and downs of falling in love. In TFIOS, however, their time is limited and Augustus is the first between them to own up to that ticking clock. He would rather love Hazel for a little while then never get to love her at all. He gives her his Wish but in return gets something so much more important to him. What tickles me pink is that a man wrote this book… usually these sensitive male characters are the brainchild of a female author (i.e. Harry, Ron, Peeta and Gale). But John Green is a friggin’ genius and allows Augustus to be equal parts strong and vulnerable, and in return lets Hazel (and the reader) fall so much in love with him that it makes your heart hurt when the truth finally comes out. 

 

I figured out the ending of the book long before the protagonists did and it made me that much more sad knowing that all was never going to end well. I mean, Hazel and Augustus knew it wasn’t going to end well either – but it turned out to be a lot worse than everyone thought.

 

Reading TFIOS made me think back to the YA books I used to read when I was in elementary school and middle school. (I don’t think “YA” was actually a genre back then, but now that I think about it, I totally read YA books.) I used to read stuff by Lurlene McDaniel, who I like to think of as the Nicholas Sparks of my childhood. All her books dealt with mortality in youth. Someone usually had a traumatic injury or some sort of terminal illness and they or their boyfriend/girlfriend died far too young. (Perhaps this is why I’m continually drawn to angsty stories rather than fluffy ones, and why I assume relationships are going to end badly instead of happily ever after – oh my goodness, I might be having an epiphany as I type this.)

 

Though I could not cry for Hazel and Augustus, I wanted to reach through the pages of the book and comfort them. I saw a lot of myself in Hazel and it made me wish I had an Augustus Waters at some point in my life. They didn’t deserve the hands they had been dealt – and as a reader it was wholly frustrating to know that their love was unfolding on borrowed time. 

 

I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so happy and so sad while reading a book. (The Harry Potter series perhaps…) I’m definitely going to check out John Green’s other books. I very much admired how he wrote his characters and progressed their plot lines. If only I could suck up some of that talent as I hold the pages of his books between my fingers.

Girl Most Likely opens in select theaters on Friday July 19th, but thanks to a friend, I got to see an advanced screening of it last night.

This was a movie I was very much looking forward to because of my love of Kristen Wiig and Darren Criss. Going into the film, I knew bits and pieces of the plot (and read some less than favorable reviews), so I wasn’t expecting it to be the greatest movie of all time. I was pleasantly surprised to find the film far more entertaining than I thought it was going to be. Girl Most Likely boasts a great ensemble cast, an assortment of interesting characters and an okay script. The last ten minutes or so got a lot weird for me and it ended a little clunky, but the overall journey put a lot of things into perspective.

(Some spoilers ahead, so ye be warned.)

The film opens with young Imogene Duncan rehearsing the role of Dorothy in a youth production of The Wizard of Oz. She finds the “There’s no place like home” line to be bullshit and we quickly learn that adult Imogene has been trying to separate herself from her own home life as much as she can. (In her eyes, her mother is self-centered, gambles a lot and has control issues – for example, though Imogene and her brother, Ralphie, had birthdays 84 days apart, they had a combined birthday party.) Imogene hails from Ocean City, but lives in New York City and would probably prefer never to step foot in her hometown again.

But, after a fake suicide attempt (which she did solely to try and get her ex-boyfriend back), Imogene gets turned over into her mother’s care for 72 hours. Imogene assumes the worst in her mother when she (Imogene) wakes up in the back of her mom’s car in the parking lot of a casino. She then finds her childhood room has been rented out to a 20something stranger named Lee (Darren Criss) and that her mom has a live-in boyfriend who “works” for the CIA.

To be honest, most of the characters are a little far-fetched. The CIA boyfriend (Matt Dillon) is spouting all this nonsense about being a Samurai and speaking like he’s some sort of demented fortune cookie. Imogene’s mom, Zelda (Annette Bening) keeps making these sandwiches for her boyfriend, and she really does seem to have a gambling problem. Ralphie (Christopher Fitzgerald – who ended up being one of my favorite people in the move) has some sort of developmental handicap and won’t go anywhere past the Boardwalk. He also fancies the girl who works the glitter facepaint kiosk across the Boardwalk from his Crabville kiosk (he is a mollusk expert and designed this super awesome human shell which comes into play multiple times throughout the film). And then there is Lee… the Yale grad who works as the frontman for a Backstreet Boy cover band.

Even if I wasn’t a huge fan of Darren, I still would have been a fan of his character. Lee is the most emotionally balanced character in the whole film. While his first few run-ins with Imogene are a little tense, it’s not his fault (she walks in on him in his room, he accidentally walks in on her in the bathroom, she demands he drive her to NYC, etc…). Lee is slightly standoffish, but all his points are valid. When Imogene finally asks him about himself, he is completely honest with her and she doesn’t believe him, as she never seems to put trust or faith in the right people (except her brother – I really liked her relationship with her brother).

The Lee/Imogene relationship shouldn’t work, but it makes sense that it does. Usually an older woman is more mature than a younger guy, but in this film, Lee has the emotional edge on Imogene and though there is about a 10-15 year age gap, he’s got a good head on his shoulders and manages to be carefree and fun (the bar scene) while still legitimately caring about Imogene and her family (the scene on the Boardwalk and the scenes in NYC). This character is actually really sensitive and with a less than genuine actor, Lee would have come across as two-dimensional and cliché. But Darren made Lee charming, sympathetic and empathetic. He wasn’t dealt a great hand either, but at least he’s trying to make the best of it. Lee is also the only character who effectively calls Imogene out on her shit. 

(Small tangent on Darren as Lee – He looked phenomenal throughout the entire film. Props to the wardrobe department because every outfit was a winner. Also, props to the makeup department, because Darren in guyliner for the Backstreet Boys routine was a big old 10 out of 10. The Backstreet Boys bit was great. I literally had the same reaction as Imogene… a little startled/embarrassed at first at its ridiculousness, but then very turned on by the boyband-ness of it all. And, the greatest Darren moment in the whole movie was when he is sitting up in his bed, waiting for his lady friend to come back… his eyes were so kind and expectant, silently saying “I’m glad you’re back. Though this started out as a hookup, I’m still here and we’re in this together if you let me.”)

Lee’s inherent goodness actually made me like Imogene a lot less than I was expecting. (She was a bit redeemed with her caring relationship with her brother and the arc of the relationship with her mom, but on a whole Imogene was the most selfish character in the entire film and that bugged me because I didn’t want to root for her.) Imogene complained a lot but didn’t really take much action toward doing anything about it – and the actions she did take were volatile and a little (okay, a lot) cray cray. She came across as really entitled and put a lot of blame on her mother. And while her mother did make some odd choices over the years, it turned out they really were for the best interest of her children. When Imogene finally realizes this is when I started to actually care about her character a little bit.

Even though I am a woman, I am usually drawn to Father/Son movies as opposed to Mother/Daughter ones. Were I still living with my parents, I probably would have dragged my mom to this movie (she would have acquiesced because she loves me and I love Darren), but we wouldn’t have been able to relate to the Zelda/Imogene relationship. I have a fantastic relationship with my mom and never once thought her to be a self-obsessed parent. (If anything, my mom is the most selfless person I know.) So, perhaps it was my inability to relate to the female lead that also prevented me from fully enjoying the film. Zelda was not a bad mom. She wasn’t “Mother of the Year,” but she was far from a terrible mother and it really bothered me that a lot of Imogene’s attitude problems stemmed from deep-rooted anger at a mother who actually did a lot for her. I mean, we all focus on the wrong things at times and let our grudges get the best of us, but I just felt that Imogene wasn’t being proactive about making things better.

So, besides not really liking Imogene that much or the last 10 minutes or so of the film (I literally muttered “What the hell?!” a few times when the plot got unbelievable to the point where it was silly, I also have a problem with the title. The film was originally called “Imogene” when it was released last year at TIFF. A few months ago, though, it got changed to “Girl Most Likely.” Wiig’s character isn’t a girl – she’s a woman. She’s a woman in her 30s and she’s an adult (albeit one who acts childish on occasion). “Girl Most Likely” makes it sound like the movie is going to be this quirky rom-com (with emphasis on the “com”), but in reality this film is a balance of the dramatic and comedic. It shouldn’t be pigeonholed as a rom-com because the “rom” part isn’t really a major player. In fact, one could argue it’s not even a player at all. This isn’t a movie about Imogene finding love or a relationship with a man; it’s about her accepting her life and realizing the stuff she thought was important isn’t and that she can’t just give up when things don’t go her way.

I have a feeling this film is going to get buried at the box office. I actually haven’t seen any commercials for it (even though I know some have aired), and it’s only playing in select theaters. It’s not a rom-com, it’s not a broad comedy like Bridesmaids was (even though that was more poignant than some people give it credit for), and it doesn’t have robots or aliens in it. Girl Most Likely is an enjoyable film that does make you think and feel… but a majority of the theater-going audience likely won’t know about it. That’s actually a shame because there were some really great moments in the film and the cast was really very good.

I’m grateful to have seen this in theaters and will buy the DVD when it comes out. (My fingers are crossed for a commentary and some BTS stuff.)

So, awhile ago, a friend of mine co-founded a nonprofit called The Box Scene Project and they have since started a blog called Fandom For Equality. Unbeknownst to my friend, I applied to become a writer for Fandom for Equality and am now one of their contributors. (I will mostly be writing about Modern Family and Community…)

Fandom For Equality is a community for fans of all fandoms (not just Glee, which is the fandom from which The Box Scene Project started, as it is literally named after “The Box Scene” which was a Klaine scene that was cut from the Season 3 Christmas episode…) to unite and discuss minority representation in media (mostly w/regard to television shows). 

The contributors were each asked to write a piece for our “I See Me In…” series that allows us (as well as anyone else who wants to chime in) discuss what media characters we relate to. I honestly couldn’t name any – especially any television characters – that I could relate to, physically. So, I opted to write about a few movie characters I gravitated toward in my youth. (Of course they both played sports…).

What I love about The Box Scene Project and Fandom For Equality is that they are fan-run but achieve really great things. The Box Scene Project has raised over $71,000 for charity and Fandom For Equality looks to be a great hub for fans of all fandoms to unite and discuss our similarities in being different. It’s a nice group of people and I’m grateful to be a little part of it.

On the weekend, I turn the volume off on my phone before I go to sleep. Had I left it on, I would have been met with a barrage of beeps in the middle of the night with news of Cory Monteith’s death.

I was shocked – and very much still am. Tears welled up as I snuggled back down into my blankets, hoping for comfort and finding myself almost face-to-face with Monteith himself, as I have a Glee pillowcase with his guise (a gag gift from my sister that I very much actually use to remind me of my family and their incessant teasing that I love/d Glee).

Though I didn’t know Cory, he was a constant presence in my life the past four years (and not just on my pillowcase…). I watch Glee like it’s my job, I sing along to his songs from Glee all the time (especially on my 15+ hour solo road trips), and I’ve seen him in person a couple times. I’ve never met Cory, but I saw him work (Glee Live and the filming of The Break Up in Battery Park). He seemed like a kind soul and I know he was beloved by friends, family and fans.

I refuse to speculate the cause of his untimely passing. We are all aware of the struggles he had in his life, but it would be unfair to him and his family to point fingers. I can only hope he has found his peace and pray for him, his family and friends.

This is a huge loss for the fandom, I know. Finn was one of the characters we knew from the very first episode. The show itself worked in part because of Monteith’s portrayal of the awkward dancing football player who sided with the misfits to do what he loved instead of succumbing to peer pressure. Finn was flawed and made some horrendous choices over the last four seasons, but he somehow usually managed to do the right thing.

The show will not be the same without him. And I hope they address his permanent absence with the grace and dignity Monteith deserves. Monteith was not a perfect human being – none of us are – but he was an important and vital member of the Fox and Glee team and his departure should be handled with care.

My heart goes out to Cory’s family, friends and loved ones. If me and my friends in the fandom are taking the news this poorly, I can only imagine the complete terror and feeling of loss that affects those who knew him. We need to respect them in their time of grief. This is infinitely more hard on them than it is on any of us.

Thank you, Cory Monteith. Thank you for making me laugh and smile. Thank you for allowing me to think that my own dancing is not half bad. Thank you for sharing your struggles and triumphs.

Rest in Peace, Frankenteen.

Last night, I got to see the first preview performance of Broadway’s latest musical comedy – First Date.

 

I knew the gist of the show before going (it was a “real time” first date between Zachary Levi and Krysta Rodriguez’s characters), but had no idea what kind of music or characters I was going to be exposed to.

 

As someone who usually does not seek out a rom-com, I was pleasantly surprised with the musical and I very much enjoyed First Date.

 

The basic plot is such – Aaron (Levi) is an open-book straight-laced, young Jewish businessman who is set up on a blind date with Casey (Rodriguez), who is an edgy, standoffish, young atheist that works in an art gallery. Opposites butt heads like feuding bulls before they start to attract and the audience is well aware of their connection before they are. We watch them take hugely wrong turns in conversation, ask inappropriate questions, put up walls and change perceptions. It’s an eye-opening 90 minutes of blatant stereotypes, high points of both comedy and drama, and self-reflection.

 

There are seven characters in the show (our blind date couple, an older gay waiter, and two heterosexual couples who serve as a host of other characters during inner monologue-based music numbers) and everyone did a great job. Though the stereotypes were laid on thick (revolving around the Jewish faith, Christianity and gay culture), they served a purpose of allowing the audience to immediately jump to certain conclusions about characters’ relationships without having to mess about with deeper passages. The date couldn’t drag, so obvious (albeit sometimes a bit forced) references were necessary to keep the pace.

 

My biggest concern going into the show was the music. Because this is a brand spankin’ new musical, I had no prior knowledge of any of the songs. My fear was that I wasn’t going to be able to hear/understand what they were singing (especially group numbers with overlapping lyrics) or that the songs were going to be boring or cliché. I am pleased to say that my fears were alleviated right away. From my sixth row seat, I could understand everyone just fine (I have a bit of a hearing problem on a whole, so I spent a lot of time watching the actors’ mouths so as to better understand what they were singing) and the songs were actually pretty catchy. This is a soundtrack I would gladly listen to (if only to pretend that I sang as well as Rodriguez… damn, that girl is talented).

 

The biggest surprise for me, though, was Zachary Levi. Having never seen anything he’s been in, I didn’t know how well he was going to come across vocally when put next to Rodriguez (I saw her in The Addams Family… “Pulled” is my go-to shower song, folks). I also didn’t know if he could command the stage.

 

I am entirely okay with admitting when I am wrong – Zachary Levi was great. (And I’m not just saying this because I had a super fun stagedoor experience with him, which I will talk about later…)

 

As Aaron, Levi came across as nervous, spiteful, kind and heartbreakingly honest throughout different moments of the play. At one point he’s singing about/to an ex-girlfriend and he shimmied his way across the stage and onto furniture – dancing until my smiles hurt. At another point, he tells Casey about a letter his mom wrote to him and it showed a very vulnerable side to his character.

 

But, as impressed as I was with Levi, I will forever tip my hat to Rodriguez. Though her character is the standard “chick with issues who uses deflection to keep her heart guarded,” the arc is fulfilling and you want to root for her after she belts out this gorgeous ballad called “Safer.” It takes place during a therapy session and I almost looked around anxiously wondering how on earth the lyricists hacked into my brain and wrote out in song all the insecure feelings I try to keep trapped up there. Dang – way to make me feel incredibly exposed during a musical comedy, First Date.

 

Though there were obvious little issues (some of the blocking was kinda Meh and parts of the plot was almost too cliché), there was even more to like about the show. Great cast, catchy songs, relatable plot… it was a very enjoyable show that was just really fun to watch. This show isn’t meant to make you think about super deep issues like world peace or curing cancer, but it was a great show to smile and laugh heartily surrounding a few spots of reflection and realization. We laugh at their mistakes because we’ve made them too. We nod our heads at their issues because they are our own. And we can’t help but smile when things go really right because it gives us hope that that could be us.

 

First Date is in previews until it officially opens in early August and is playing at the Longacre Theatre on 48th Street (between Broadway and 8th Ave).

 

 

(Okay – so, stagedoor. All the actors came out and seemed genuinely surprised that there were that many people waiting at the barricades. Everyone signed and posed for pictures. When Zachary and Krysta came out, everyone cheered. Zachary announced that Krysta was on vocal rest, so she didn’t really talk to anyone, though she did smile and nod her head a lot. I took pictures of my friend with the various actors and I got a picture with Krysta and then one with Zachary.

 

Zachary Levi was a joy to watch at the stagedoor. He was smiling from the moment he stepped outside and just kept talking to everyone. He signed Playbills and had conversations with people, taking pictures and offering to take the pictures of him and whoever he was interacting with at the moment.

 

Since he was being so chatty, I decided to talk to him when he got over to my friend and me. I told him I knew who he was, but that I had never seen anything he was in, but that I was glad that the first thing I saw him in was his Broadway debut. He said he was glad about that too and then said that the situation was like our first date together… and then he rambled how he was going to come to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving and some other stuff. He was super sweet and extremely friendly. Our picture came out blurry, so a minute later, I tapped him on the arm and told him our first date picture didn’t turn out well and we took a second one. Then my friend and I vacated our prime spot at the front of the barrier to squeal with delight out of eye/earshot. We have since decided that not only is Zachary Levi one of the most adorable people on the face of the planet – his costume during the show was soooooo cute… glasses, folks… he wears glasses – but he’s also one of the nicest and most personable actors we’ve ever encountered. I need to watch Chuck now, obviously.

 

The whole night was super fun and I highly recommend the show and then stagedooring afterward. I don’t know if he will be quite so talkative each time, but it was even just fun watching him smile and bounce around while he was signing stuff. He was just so happy – which is exactly what you should be when working on Broadway.)

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