Linda Lavin made everybody take note of Nicky Silver’s The Lyons by leaving not one but two other terrific Broadway-bound shows to portray the indomitable family matriarch Rita in this icy new comedy. And indeed, she made the right choice – this is one hell of a role, and she sinks her teeth into it with abandon.
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Theatre Review: "The Lyons"
Dylan's Crystal Ball: The race against time
Although I write more about how fabulous my party boy lifestyle is than not, I do find myself struggling from time to time. One of my biggest downfalls is my what I call “The Race Against Time”.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t ever seem to catch up. It’s like: the electricity bill is due on the 20th, and the next thing you know I’m sitting in the dark. Payday is on the 15th, and I’m out of money on the 10th. My cousin is coming to town on the 2nd, and there I am getting fucked on the floor when she opens the door.
That’s how my family discovered my party-and-play lifestyle.
Dylan's Crystal Ball: I help Karma. My name is Dylan!
My transition back to my former life as a gay playboy hasn’t been as simple as the fictious story on April Fool’s Day made it seem. Since Anthony went to jail, I haven’t found God. Frankly, for all I know religion is a bunch of bullshit. I can’t imagine that there really is a higher power with the ability to wiggle his or her nose making things happen. It sounds a little too much like “I Dream of Jeanie” to be believable.
When you’ve been dealt the hand I carry around daily, its hard to believe that a higher power is looking over me. If they, then this higher power is one sick fucker! Then again, the higher power might be punishing me for my actions in the past.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not sure I would trade my life for anything. However, I’m lucky I’m alive with my upbringing. I’m certainly shocked I’m not more revengeful.
I do get my fair share of revenge on people. I like to think I’m helping karma. No, my name is not Earl or anything; but I do like to pay a bitch back when given the chance.
Theatre Review: "End of the Rainbow"
by Jonathan Warman
Another show about the declining years of Judy Garland? I’m sorry, that response may be just me. It’s an occupational hazard of covering the New York theatre from a gay angle for as long as I have. Any time Judy pops up in a cabaret act or play I’m more or less obligated to cover it. I don’t want to give the impression that it’s a burden; even though I’m not the most committed fan, I do like Garland quite a lot.
Dylan's Crystal Ball: There's only one man who can tell our futures
It has been a wild ride over the past few months, and I have done a lot of things I thought I would never do. Many of which I am completely ashamed to say I did. So recently, I decided to do something I haven’t done since I was a young child. I went to church.
