She provides the desperate impetus that sets the plot of ‘Maybe Happy Ending’ into gloriously romantic motion, bringing Darren Criss’s Oliver to life in a way no robot thought possible. She is Helen J. Shen, currently starring in the rapturous new musical ‘Maybe Happy Ending’ currently playing at the Belasco Theatre. Thanks to her winning turn, Shen earns her first Dazzler of the Day crowning for a stunning Broadway debut. It’s a performance that wins over the loudest laughs of the show, and some of the most moving moments as well, all as her battery is slowly draining away. She embodies the survival of the human spirit, and the insanely insatiable search for love in all of its absurd poignance.
May
2025
‘Maybe Happy Ending’: A Review of Enchantment
Rapturously romantic robots, incongruously finding a way to fall in love despite supposedly lacking such emotions, is the simple premise of ‘Maybe Happy Ending’ – and somehow it’s precisely what the world needs right now. A modern-day treatise on romance in a technologically-overwhelming world, where safety is found only in one’s own room, but the quest for finding somewhere we might belong forces us to depart our comfort zones, it’s a musical adventure unlike anything else on Broadway right now.
Directed by Michael Arden, with a book, music and lyrics by Will Aronson and Hue Park, ‘Maybe Happy Ending’ manages to be as light and wistful as it is haunting and touching. Lead performances by Darren Criss and Helen J. Shen ground the work in glorious voices and winsome longing – while Marcus Choi provides the stark emotional reality of the piece. Weaving his way through the standards sung by Gil Brentley, Dez Duron gives slick crooning a lovesick tenor. Together, they speak to a generation raised on cel phones and living their lives through screens, communicating through truncated words in a text, this same generation unable to connect in the most basic ways, trying to figure out how to not be alone.
‘Maybe Happy Ending’ illuminates the larger question of how much of love is real and how much is merely an act of going through romantic motions, with its interchangeable ideas of Paris or New York cliches. Such things are trite and cliche for all the truth in them. The inexplicable pull of love, and how to convey and create that for the journey they are making, becomes an exercise in figuring out what love might be – and by the end they seem to have come close to figuring out the mystery, at one point wondering why humans put themselves through it.
Studied and precise, Criss and Chen capture the inherent robotic nature of the situation, while managing to break through the ominous possibilities and limits of an AI world by approximating the love pattern of humans. The essential longing of finding somewhere we might belong is expressed profoundly throughout the evening, and while robots may not fall entirely in love, this show manages to illuminate what happens when humans do – and it’s not something that can be defined or scientifically reproduced.
At turns rapturously romantic, with a couple of winsome waltzes, some breezy breaks with jazzy inflections, and a standard or two, ‘Maybe Happy Ending’ is very much an old-fashioned romance framed by a fantastically-futuristic setting and atmosphere. Rather than being cold or removed from the human experience, it exemplifies the basic construction of love, thanks to the charming performances of Criss, and particularly Shen, who absolutely shines in a role that runs the gamut from uproariously hilarious to stoically poignant.
Near the end, the title song puts forth its greatest and most comforting notion – that none of life is ever worth regretting, none of it is ever a waste – it all matters in the moment, and when it was good it is the goodness that runs on, in a perpetual loop, that one can dip into whenever they need comfort, a place where they belong.
May
2025
Well Duh
The people working at the cannabis dispensaries are across the board the happiest people working anywhere.
Nothing profound, just a happy note.
And more power to them. Jobs we love are hard to come by.
May
2025
The Almost-Summer Recap
Our antsy anticipation for summer is in full-effect, as the week ahead looks to be dour and cold and rainy, and we just don’t have time for that. No matter, there’s nothing to be done about the weather, so let’s recap the previous week and look valiantly ahead as we do on Monday, rain or shine.
Thing began with the Koto experience.
My review of ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’ on Broadway.
There is nothing new under the sun.
Cooper Koch and his bulge for Calvin Klein underwear.
Mom and I returned to Broadway to celebrate another Mother’s Day weekend in New York with a trio of amazing shows.
The sweetly unassuming violet.
We are the ones who end up empty.
Homage to the tighty-whities in Risky Business.
A shirtless Sunday smorgasbord.
Dazzlers of the Day included Sarah Snook and Kip Williams.
May
2025
That Wily Weigela
In its shaded and often-forgotten corner of our yard, this Weigela always manages a few blooms every year, to remind me that it’s there, and that I should take better care of it. I’ll pick up some extra manure and give it some love, as this year’s crop of blooms is a lovely addition to the explosion of florals happening for this moment in spring.
This particular bush was here when we moved in, way back in 2002, so it’s at least half my current age, and still coming back for more. I admire such tenacity and strength in a neglected spot, where we’ve largely left it to fend for itself, and it has consistently performed.
A couple of years ago I saw a fiery variegated variety with vivid hot pink blooms that was absolutely incendiary. If I see it again I’ll pick it up – we need more tenacity in the garden, especially when it’s this pretty.
May
2025
8647
Apparently if you post “8647” you can get a free visit from the FBI to your home for… well, I’m not exactly sure.
Welcome to the autocracy.
Welcome to the death of free speech.
Enjoy!
May
2025
Shirtless Sunday Smörgåsbord
This is just your basic shirtless Sunday post of gratuitousness for easy viewing pleasure and brainless drooling. We need that sort of escape, just in case our virgin posting of The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale isn’t doing it for you. (And with the upcoming heaviness of the next installment, slated for the holiday weekend, it’s not really doing it for me.) So let’s indulge in this shirtless male celebrity post, as kicked off by Bad Bunny, who smoldered in this Calvin Klein underwear shoot, as well as his Dazzler of the Day feature.
David Beckham teases what’s in his pants, as he’s been teasing on this blog for over twenty years.
Ncuti Gatwa was much more naked in this dazzling post, but the open cropped jacket and high-waisted pant are giving fashion fire, so we’ll take it.
Caleb Marshall has been giving fitness and fine views for years, only recently solidified by this Dazzler of the Day crowning.
With summer whispering in the air at long last, Will Taylor of Bright/Bazaar fame, has opened his pool and started the Speedo parade.
Finally, as global ambassador for the Stuart Weitzman shoe empire, Mark Consuelos does some sales-work without technically wearing any clothing whatsoever. Witness him in other shirtless shots here.
May
2025
Rizzky Bizness
The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale is a dense and volurious work (see all the links below, and consider that we’re only a little more than halfway through posting the entire thing). To make it a little more palatable and fun, it contained silly breaks for pop culture nods and winks, including this one.
Just take those old records off the shelf
I’ll sit and listen to ’em by myself Today’s music ain’t got the same soul I like that old time rock ‘n’ roll Don’t try to take me to a disco You’ll never even get me out on the floor In ten minutes I’ll be late for the door I like that old time rock ‘n’ rollStill like that old time rock ‘n’ roll
That kind of music just soothes the soul I reminisce about the days of old With that old time rock ‘n’ roll (oh)Won’t go to hear ’em play a tango
I’d rather hear some blues or funky old soul There’s only one sure way to get me to go Start playing old time rock ‘n’ roll Call me a relic, call me what you will Say I’m old-fashioned, say I’m over the hill Today’s music ain’t got the same soul I like that old time rock ‘n’ rollStill like that old time rock ‘n’ roll
That kind of music just soothes the soul I reminisce about the days of old With that old time rock ‘n’ roll (oh)Still like that old time rock ‘n’ roll
That kind of music just soothes the soul I reminisce about the days of old With that old time rock ‘n’ roll (oh)~ The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale ~
- Pink Frilly Fairy: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three
- Homage to Herb: Part One, Part Two and Part Three
- A Purple-Hued Interlude
- Style & Panache: Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.
- Purple Puff Confection: Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.
- A Blue-Hued Interlude
- Fuchsia Fabulousness: Part One. Part Two and Part Three.
- Bad Boy Bangs: Part One, Part Two. and Part Three.
- Vanity Under Where: Part One, Part Two. and Part Three.
- Sugar Plum Ballerina: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
- A Pool Frolic: Part One, Part Two. and Part Three.
- A Cemetery Interlude: Part One and Part Two.
- Powder Blue Fur Doll: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
- A Milky Interlude
- Rock Out, Cock Out/ Hang Out, Wang Out: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
- Cocktail Cocktale: Part One and Part Two.
- A Fairy’s Interlude: Part One and Part Two.
- Willy Wonkers: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
- A Peacock In Everything But Beauty: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
- Swan Lake Fantasia: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, and Part Four.
- Black & White in Briefs: Part One and Part Two.
May
2025
The Ones Who End Up Empty
“Never give anything away.
There’s no more where it came from.
We give the audience everything, and when it’s gone, c’est ca, c’est tout.
Basta, finito.
We’re the ones who end up empty.”
~ Terence McNally, ‘Master Class’
“That’s what we artists do for people.
Where would you be without us? Eh?
Think about that.
Just think about it while you’re counting your millions or leading your boring lives with your boring wives.”
~ Terence McNally, ‘Master Class’
~ The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale ~
- Pink Frilly Fairy: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three
- Homage to Herb: Part One, Part Two and Part Three
- A Purple-Hued Interlude
- Style & Panache: Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.
- Purple Puff Confection: Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.
- A Blue-Hued Interlude
- Fuchsia Fabulousness: Part One. Part Two and Part Three.
- Bad Boy Bangs: Part One, Part Two. and Part Three.
- Vanity Under Where: Part One, Part Two. and Part Three.
- Sugar Plum Ballerina: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
- A Pool Frolic: Part One, Part Two. and Part Three.
- A Cemetery Interlude: Part One and Part Two.
- Powder Blue Fur Doll: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
- A Milky Interlude
- Rock Out, Cock Out/ Hang Out, Wang Out: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
- Cocktail Cocktale: Part One and Part Two.
- A Fairy’s Interlude: Part One and Part Two.
- Willy Wonkers: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
- A Peacock In Everything But Beauty: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
- Swan Lake Fantasia: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, and Part Four.
- Black & White in Briefs: Part One.
May
2025
Black & White in Briefs
The photographs for this entry of The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale were taken over two decades ago, and posting this project online for the first time is forcing an exercise in nostalgia – a space where I don’t often put myself. As I approach 50, this year feels like a good place to indulge in some looking back. This particular portion of the project coincides with a recent visit to the current production of ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’ at the Music Box Theatre. A vainglorious quote by Mr. Wilde leads off this section:
“It is better to be beautiful than to be good. But it is better to be good than to be ugly.” – Oscar Wilde
“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.” –
~ The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale ~
- Pink Frilly Fairy: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three
- Homage to Herb: Part One, Part Two and Part Three
- A Purple-Hued Interlude
- Style & Panache: Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.
- Purple Puff Confection: Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.
- A Blue-Hued Interlude
- Fuchsia Fabulousness: Part One. Part Two and Part Three.
- Bad Boy Bangs: Part One, Part Two. and Part Three.
- Vanity Under Where: Part One, Part Two. and Part Three.
- Sugar Plum Ballerina: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
- A Pool Frolic: Part One, Part Two. and Part Three.
- A Cemetery Interlude: Part One and Part Two.
- Powder Blue Fur Doll: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
- A Milky Interlude
- Rock Out, Cock Out/ Hang Out, Wang Out: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
- Cocktail Cocktale: Part One and Part Two.
- A Fairy’s Interlude: Part One and Part Two.
- Willy Wonkers: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
- A Peacock In Everything But Beauty: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
- Swan Lake Fantasia: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, and Part Four.
May
2025
Dazzler of the Day: Kip Williams
At the helm of one of the most revolutionary works of theater I’ve seen in almost fifty years, Kip Williams is named Dazzler of the Day for the written and directorial brilliance of ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray‘. The play is a technological wonder, requiring scientific precision and wizardry, and manages to bridge the wit and lasting relevance of Wilde’s words with a modern-day sensibility, resulting in a work of timeless genius. I was extremely excited to hear that Williams will next be working on a theatrical version of ‘Dracula’ with Cynthia Erivo. More dazzle is surely on the way… in the meantime, do visit his website here to fully explore his amazing body of work.
May
2025
A Perfumed Pool
My very first dip into the pool this year was perfumed by a potent swath of lily-of-the-valley plants, whose fragrance drifted across the yard to the water’s edge, lending the moment a sweet enchantment. Do not be fooled by its delicate appearance – these are hardy and boisterous plants, who rhizomes will spread to the point of invasiveness in semi-hospitable soil. We have them on the edge of the lawn, and they are not staying there, so plant carefully and be ready to rein them in as necessary.
This was a favorite scent of my grandmother, and I always think of her when they come into bloom.
It’s a perfect starting point for pool season.
May
2025
The Sweetly Unassuming Violet
Though they be the bane of many a manicured lawn, my heart still reserves space for the unassuming violet, in flower now across bedeviled lawns throughout the Northeast. We had stretches of the whit and purple variety at our childhood home, and they always provided a lovely segue from the volatile spring weather to something softer and sweeter.
We’ve mostly eradicated them from our lawn, but a few pop up now and then, and I leave them be until they finish flowering. At that point I’ll pull them up, rhizomes and all, because there will still be more to come next year. Sweetness and resilience, prettiness and power – do not underestimate the little violet.
May
2025
Dazzler of the Day: Sarah Snook
She is currently enthralling audiences in the most amazing theatrical performance I have ever seen in my almost-fifty years on this planet, so crowning Sarah Snook as Dazzler of the Day feels underwhelming at best. Alas, it’s all I have to give, and for her bravura efforts on stage in ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’, this is the least I can offer. Snook is perhaps best known for her work on ‘Succession’, and her extraordinary tour-de-force in ‘Dorian Gray’ under the revolutionary direction of Kip Williams is simply astounding. She’s only there until the end of June, so do whatever it takes to get yourself a ticket – it’s that amazing.
May
2025
Back on Broadway, Where We Belong – Part 2
The blooms of the Hawthorne tree always remind me of our old home, where an enormous specimen grew right outside my bedroom window, raising its thorny branches and blooming in sweet, creamy style every spring. Mom remembered how much Dad was annoyed at the tree – those blooms soon dropped their petals to the ground – and the ground was the bulk of our driveway. Petals don’t sweep up as easily as one thinks. Afterward, the berries would fall, even messier than the blooms, to greet the fall and make a further muck of things. I didn’t mind – that tree was a signal of the shift of seasons, and I welcomed all of them. On this morning walk by Central Park, we spotted a Hawthorne in bloom, and springs from my childhood came lovingly back to mind.
‘The Picture of Dorian Gray‘ by Oscar Wilde is a novel that informed my youth, and devastated me every time I opened its worn and earmarked pages. Such an exquisite rendering of the gorgeous folly of humanity and vanity and art spoke directly to the person I was becoming, and Wilde’s words stayed with me, haunting the nights and peppering the days with wit and wonder. When I heard about Kip Williams and his take on the novel in a revolutionary play starring Sarah Snook, I proposed seeing if we could get same-day half-off tickets at from the TKTS booth at Lincoln Center. Mom was game as she had enjoyed the novel too, and after a bit of a line, we procured the perfect seats to viewing this life-altering show.
We were both amazed at what we saw on the stage of the Music Box Theatre – a once-in-a-lifetime performance that must be seen to be believed. Worlds within worlds within worlds – the way New York stacks itself inside of itself, closing and opening all at once, revealing and obscuring and ever-enthralling.
We chose a simple, convenient, and classic establishment for a quick dinner – Sardi’s – as it was almost time for our final show.
That seems a fitting point to start the closing of this lovely weekend, as evening descended over the unhushed city – and the magic of ‘Maybe Happy Ending’ began – is that a tragic ending? Not at all.
The moon floated over the Empire State Building, and you know what they say when you get caught between the moon and New York City…