...to beat the holy hell out of Rosie O'Donnell in Fiddler on the Roof. It's a thing of terrifying beauty. Thanks to Matt T., who showed me these choice lines:
Her accent trots the globe, through countries real and imagined. It is variously Irish, Yiddish, Long Island-ish and, for big dramatic moments, crisp and round in the style of introduction-to-theater students. Her relationship with the notes and keys of a song is similarly fluid.
I'm well aware that some people take exception to the cruelty of critics. I don't mind. It's not like Rosie isn't an incredibly rich woman already. And it's not like she's on Broadway because of her smashing audition, or the way she worked her way up in Regionals. She's there to sell tickets, and of course, no beating by Brantley is going to keep the blue hairs and tourists for whipping out $150 to watch Rosie sing songs they've heard a thousand times.
America is Ionesco's dream.
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