2006 Antoinette Perry Awards (brought to you by Subaru)
Lyrics: Everybody else
Book: Someone who should never, ever write again.
Notes: There were Tony's this year? Again? Really? Wow.
Jax is back to help me cut The Antoinette Perry Awards into bite-sized digestable chunks, swallow them, spit them up and feed them to our young. Relive the joy, the rage, the montages, the musical numbers, the girl-crushes, the sexual-orientation speculation, the Harry Potter actors, the Snarkjuice™, and the cookies- everything great about Broadway.
JAX: You rang?
JAX: I know it
(AMANDA and JAX are back, and so is the Snarkjuice™- Chardonnay, this time. DANA is not with us this year. She is in New York at the Roundabout Theatre's party. Loser.)
AMANDA: And you know, I think the two best qualified people to recap the Tony's are two girls who haven't seen a show this season
JAX: I saw one!
AMANDA: oh, well... never mind
(The show starts with much pomp and video collage.)
AMANDA: And now, your host...NO ONE!
JAX: I'm just glad it wasn't Oprah.
(Harry Connick Jr. kicks in into high gear with a swinging medley of Broadway standards. "And those crazy stars will all coo-coo where they are...")
JAX: Oh Harry, you're not supposed to be in musicals. You're supposed to sing jazz and be in Hope Floats
AMANDA: Oh my God, why does he remind me of my ex?
JAX: How terrifying
AMANDA: He's like my ex, only less fleshy, and I'm guessing he has a more toned mid-section. STOP IT, HAR-HAR!
(59 other stars simultaneously ascend from some deep dark place. If I were a Tony presenter- co-host, whatever- I would rather be flown in. I'd much rather appear to have descended from heaven to bless one worthy actor than to have risen from hell to destroy the hopes and dreams of four. Then again, all actors are going to hell eventually. I guess it's all relative.)
AMANDA: Joining me are fifty-nine people you've never heard of and Julia Roberts
JAX: Look at Patti jammin'
AMANDA: You think she's drinking already?
(It's alright. These guys are all cool. Well, Julia Roberts isn't; she kind of sucks. But the rest of these guys are pretty great.
AMANDA: WHERE'S ACKMAN???!!
JAX: Huge Ackman?
AMANDA: WHERE'S HUGE ACKMAN???!!
JAX: I LOVE HIM
JAX: We're having sex.
JAX: I do Lord Voldemort.
(The first award of the evening. Presented by The Closer and Some Guy.)
AMANDA: K. Sedge and...some guy. "blah, blah, blah, I do TV now blah-dee-blah my husband loves Philadelphia"
(Outstanding Performance by a Featured Actor in a Play. Always the least important award, which is why it is presented first.)
JAX: Lets keep a gay count
JAX: (counting) Gay...Gay?...Gay.
AMANDA: So....three so far?
AMANDA: Wait...does that include Cynthia Nixon?
(It quickly becomes clear that we've gotten way in over our heads. The Gay Count is euthanized; it's ashes scattered in a puddle outside Radio City Music Hall.
Ian McDiarmid- that's really his name; I looked it up and everything- wins the award for "The Faith Healer", which is The Ralph Fiennes Play.)
(It is scientific fact that British actors give the best acceptance speeches. So why is this guy so friggin' boring?)
AMANDA: Damnit, this guy is BORING
JAX: I'm not even listening
AMANDA: the Brits are supposed to give the more amusing...oh wait...that was amusing
(He says something amusing. We are amused. The next pair of presenters:)
AMANDA: Rogue McMutant and the would be Mr. Whoopie Goldberg
(Outstanding Performance By a Featured Actress in a Play.)
AMANDA: Tyne Daly could kill you with her fist
JAX: Madame Maxime: I have my money on her.
AMANDA: It's Harry Potter Redux!
(Frances de la Tour awes the audience with her giant powers and she wins. The voice-over makes a vain attempt at clever word play.)
JAX: MAXIME? WORD!!!!!!! I f@#$ing love her.
AMANDA: Well-played, Jax
AMANDA: "de-la-Tour", "tour-de-force", heh
(It's a good night for "The History Boys" so far.)
JAX: So...History Boys
AMANDA: What is that about, anyway?
JAX: No idea.
(First commercial break of the evening.)
AMANDA: Up next: everyone who's ever been on Broadway ever.
AMANDA: Eleonora Duse presents the best featured actor in a musical award
JAX: Who is that?
AMANDA: Oh hell, Jax
(Coming up next...)
JAX: BERNADETTE! CHITA! BEBE! SUTTON!!!!
AMANDA: DROWSY CHAPERONE!
JAX: That's the one I saw!
AMANDA: No one likes a show-off, Jax.
(There are commercials. The new "Mary Poppins" musical is advertised. AMANDA is convinced, via commercial, why she should visit Philadelphia, even though she is there every week.)
AMANDA: TONY MEMORIES!
JAX: Jane Kraksowski (spelling impossible) is beautiful
(They show the emotional moment when that guy from "Grand Hotel" wins.)
AMANDA: "If you're on drugs...keep doing them and you will win a Tony anyway"
JAX: Sounds like a plan
(Two Velmas appear onstage at the same time. The universe barely escapes implosion.)
JAX: BEBE AND CHITA!
JAX: Bebe is hot
AMANDA: Cheets is hot!
(Bebe and Cheets tell us about the special group photo taken of anyone still living who has won a Tony. There are barely above 100 people. Some had come ALL THE WAY FROM EUROPE.)
AMANDA: OMIGOD, ALL THE WAY FROM EUROPE!
JAX: Ooh I see me
AMANDA: Wow, that's...not a lot of people
JAX: I know, right?
(The award for Outstanding Choreography in a Musical. As opposed to...Outstanding Choreography in a Liturgical Play?)
JAX: My money is on...... Drowsy or PJ [Pajama Game- ed.]
AMANDA: So, we can check these off as all gay, right?
JAX: except Kathleen
(Rob Marshall's sister wins, again)
AMANDA: F@#KING KATHLEEN MARSHALL WINS EVERY TIME
JAX: I know.
(She is overjoyed in her acceptance speech. If she hadn't already won two years ago, it wouldn't be so damned annoying.)
JAX: She looks like she's wearing Sara Ramirez's dress from last year
AMANDA: But she doesn't have to yank it up
(She jelly-fishes some praise to her former roommate Rob Ashford, who's fighting away bitchface because he knows the cameras are on him.)
AMANDA: "Rob Ashford is my friend...and now I have more Tony's than him"
(Julianna Marguiles and...some other guy present another award. They present with the enthusiasm one expects from two people recently awakened from a nap.)
AMANDA: Her hair...is slightly ass-shaped
AMANDA: Why are all of them presenting like they've downed an Ambien cocktail?
(Someone's going to win.)
JAX: I don't care who wins this one, pass the beer
AMANDA: Heh, she said Hole
JAX: History Boys 2, Harry Potter 1
AMANDA: Another for History Boys
JAX: Are you jotting these down?
AMANDA: I'm typing away furiously
(It's time for "Drowsy Chaperone": the best fake-old-new musical ever!)
AMANDA: I WANT TO SEE THIS!
(The Man In The Chair is getting wasted off his drinking game: anytime someone says "Thank you", shot!)
JAX: HE should have picked "hole"
("Drowsy Chaperone" is AWESOME.)
AMANDA: He's precious
JAX: Sutton! Her legs are a mile long
AMANDA: That is some awesome extension. Hey, my future character just walked by
AMANDA: The chefs make me giggle
JAX: The amazing Sutton
(Sutton puts everyone to shame.)
AMANDA: I...need to go to the gym
JAX: Me too
(And the grand finale.)
JAX: Belt!!! DO IT!
AMANDA: NO! GO FOR THE SOPRANO!
(She belts, much to AMANDA's dismay.)
JAX: That was compelling
AMANDA: OMIGOD, I NEED TO SEE THAT SHOW!
(Coming up, on Ego Pagent 2006)
AMANDA: SWEENEY! Hey, they have commercials for shows now!
JAX: Chorus Line... starring Alisan Porter... aka, Curly Sue
AMANDA: That..I don't have a comment about that
(Between awards, AMANDA hatches a clever scheme)
AMANDA: So, shall we get a drinking game going?
JAX: Hee! Sure.
AMANDA: Everytime someone says.... History Boys, we drink
JAX: Or... Jersey Boys, drink
AMANDA: Everytime someone thanks their gay lover, drink
AMANDA: Everytime...the camera catches a strained looking smile. Everytime...the camera pans to a tearful loved one. Everytime...someone uses the podium to come out. Everytime...someone says "show"
JAX: Shut up.
AMANDA: okay...not "show"... everytime someone from Harry Potter wins.
JAX: One more drink all night?
(The next two presenters are Lauren Ambrose and Paul RuddRuddRudd, who barely survived the run of a Julia Roberts suck-fest)
JAX: Paul Rudd... I loved you in Clueless.
AMANDA: I love him, period
(It is the award for Best Book of a Musical. Ruuuuuddddddd livens things up by stumbling over the teleprompter and playing it off. We need 20 CCs of whatever he is drinking for the rest of the presenters, stat.)
AMANDA: And that, my friends, is how you present
JAX: I have my money on Drowsy
(We are correct, sir.)
JAX: YES!!! I f@#$ing love that guy.
AMANDA: CANADA, REPRESENT!
JAX: We like beer eh!
AMANDA: And they're both straight...wouldn't it be weird if they just started kissing?
(Barbara Cook and Paul Schaffer take the stage.)
AMANDA: Barb and her GIANT FACE!
(I know she's a living musical theatre legend and all that, but seriously, her face is HUGE. The two present the award for Best Music and Lyrics.)
AMANDA: The Color Purple: music and lyrics by Oprah, costumes by Oprah...
JAX: DROWSY!!!!! Win win win!
AMANDA: The Wedding Singer. I refuse to support a show based on an Adam Sandler movie
JAX: The Wedding Sucker.
(The only nomination for "Woman In White" is thus announced. David Zippel is shown. Briefly.)
AMANDA: but...where's Webber?
JAX: ALW... I thought (hoped) he was dead.
(You can practically hear David Zippel mouth the words "I'm not Andrew Lloy-Webber". Schaf gives flowery praise to Barb so she won't crush him with her giant face. The winner is "Drowsy Chaperone". Everything's coming up cartigans.)
AMANDA: Heh, Schafer's totally crushing
JAX: I F@#KING LOVE THIS SHIT!
AMANDA: You know...I don't think we'll be complaining that much this year.
(Oh, but the show has just started.
The two writers win over the hardened New York audience with their off-beat Canadian charm. They're The Kids In The Music Hall.)
JAX: She looks strung out
AMANDA: Well, she's probably been to more parties this week than she's ever been in her entire life
(Neil Patrick Harris takes a break from snorting cocaine off the behinds of strippers- Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle; movies don't lie- to present with one of the original cast-members of Into The Woods. No, it's not...)
JAX: BERNADETTE!!! WHERE'S BERNADETTE
AMANDA: Wait...did NPH dye his hair?
AMANDA: SWEENEY! attend, bitches
AMANDA: LET'S KILL SOME PEOPLE!
JAX: Here comes Patti...she looks a little like Bebe gone all wrong
AMANDA: Ooh, Cerveris looks like he could do with a sammich
AMANDA: Him and his penis-like head
JAX: Who is that guy from the Addams Family? Uncle Fester? It's Uncle Fester Todd.
(It's a "Sweeney" mega-mix: "The Ballad of Sweeney Todd", "The Worst Pies In London", "My Friends"...)
AMANDA: "A LITTLE PREIST", DAMNIT!
(Michael Cerveris sings a love song to his pinking shears.)
AMANDA: These musicals are my friends!
JAX: See the spit fly!
JAX: = life
(And before we go on to commercial: A brief Ralphamission.)
JAX: Lord VoldieSex
AMANDA: Um, I can't believe that Dana complained that Ralph LOOKED. RIGHT. AT. HER.
JAX: She complained about this?
AMANDA: She said it was unnerving
JAX: If he looked me in the eye, I would have sex with him. With or without his consent
AMANDA: Yeah, when that Polish singer told the tabloids about the sex she had with him, all I could think was "that sounds like fun"
AMANDA: And I wanted to condemn her, but if I had sex with Ralphemort, I would tell everybody...and then broadcast it by satelite so people on other planets would know, too
(Commercials: an ad for "How I Met Your Mother")
AMANDA: Oh, NPH...you and your comic attempts at heterosexuality
(We're back. Liza "Fists of Fury" Minelli shares her Tony memories. What she can remember, at least.)
AMANDA: Oh, Liza
JAX: Oh, drug addict liza
AMANDA: Oh, Liza: husband to all gays
(Rosie Perez goes all legit on our asses and presents le montage du plays. It's mostly the bad ones.)
JAX: I hate montages
AMANDA: Well, at least they're showing more than just still frames of the plays
AMANDA: ACK!!! THREE DAYS OF CRAP!
(Hank Azaria and Oliver Platt.)
AMANDA: AH! OLIVER PLATT LOOKS LIKE MY EX, TOO!
(Best Director of a Musical.)
JAX: GO DROWSY!!!!
(John Doyle, "Sweeney Todd".)
AMANDA: Oh...or that
JAX: F@#$. Uncle Fester Todd won
AMANDA: No...just his British granpa
(Joe Pesci takes a break from obscurity to present with some silent yet strangely content old men.)
AMANDA: Oh...are those supposed to be the Four Seasons? there's only three of them
JAX: They are The Four Seasons. One's dead
AMANDA: Unless Pesci is the fourth...and what the hell has Pesci been doing lately?
(It's time for a musical number from "Jersey Boys". It's called "Jersey Boys" because the boys are from Jersey.)
(A diminuitive, attractive man croons "Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You".)
AMANDA: Oh, I hope this involves dancing with a Jesus
JAX: I liked it when Heath Ledger sang it
(He is quite good, and did we mention he is attractive?)
JAX: He's hot as hell
AMANDA: Is he the one that went to SU?
JAX: I don't think so anyway
AMANDA: I know one of them went to SU
(At any rate, one of them did go to SU, so REPRESENT some more. The brass section marches solemnly in the background.)
AMANDA: Omigod, parade of brass cracks me up
JAX: They're doing the staging from Sugar
AMANDA: Just swaying with the instruments
JAX: I played the drums
AMANDA: I was on tenor sax. I think I learned to play an octave
(Then, the one season is joined by the rest of the year to much rejoicing. Is this the age of Aquarius I've heard so much about?)
JAX: I think that one that is wildly snapping is the SUer
AMANDA: He came in back before dance screening
(Some back-up type girls shimmy upstage. The song ends. Loudly.)
AMANDA: the skirts are awfully short: And that chord was awfully loud. Hey guys, boys don't belt, remember?
AMANDA: I feel like the Chardonnay is just making me sleepy, not snarky. I mean, I'm not going to stop drinking it, but still.
(As the commercials commerce...)
AMANDA: God, I really miss Huge Ackman
JAX: Me too. Huge made my life.
(Audra MacDonald and Harvey Firestein take the stage. I can't help but wonder what their children might be like.)
JAX: Weird pair
AMANDA: Audrey McDonald and Harvey Firestein: better people than you
(Audra looks FAB! I mean, I'm not wild about that fabric, but her hair is AWESOME. Montagemontagemontage. The show montages it up. We remember moments we were too young to have actually witnessed.)
AMANDA: PIPPIN! I'M IN IT
JAX: Steve Martin!
AMANDA: Oh, there's young Patti
JAX: Bebe won the Tony
(There are snippets of "Les Miserables" and "CATS". "The Phantom of the Opera" is mentioned.)
AMANDA: And the winner is...England
JAX: Do you hear the people sing, 'Manda?
AMANDA: Oh Christ, Cats
JAX: Betty Buckley= crazy
AMANDA: Wow, look at all the hair Kevin Spacey had
JAX: Woah. I'm terrified.
(Jennifer Holliday takes us home.)
AMANDA: YOU'RE GONNA LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-VUH (gasp) MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
(And then there is Regional Theatre Blah-dee-blah.)
AMANDA: Every year the Tony's award a worthy theatre....but we won't actually do it during the telecast
JAX: That was Celia Keenan Bulger
AMANDA: 'Kay. I don't know who that is
JAX: She's the girl in Spelling Bee. The "I Love You Song" girl
(Kristin Bell is next to present and wear Sara Ramirez' dress. Apparently, she was in "Huckleberry Finn Meets The Pirates of Penzance" or something.)
AMANDA: Kristin Bell did...what show now?
JAX: No idea.
AMANDA: And why is burgundy the hott color this year?
(She is paired, appropriately, with Hal Holbrook. Buh?)
JAX: This man is intensely old.
AMANDA: He's not dead yet
(K. Bell breezes through the list of nominees)
AMANDA: Oh, K.Bell: shut it
JAX: She can't read
AMANDA: or breathe. RALPH!
(Oh, Ralph. Never leave the screen ever, ever- Oh, hell. K. Bell is back.)
AMANDA: K. Bell can't pause for dramatic effect
JAX: She's too dumb.
AMANDA: I hate K Bell, I don't care what Television Without Pity thinks
(Somebody wins something. I don't know.)
AMANDA: Hey, was that Madame Hooch?
(Jamie-Lynn Sigler-DiScala-Whatever and Molly Ringwald defy relevence and present the next musical number.)
AMANDA: Ew, Jamie-Lynn
JAX: Too skinny. Eat a sammich
AMANDA: Did they just call her a star of stage and screen? EW.
(Hey guys! It's "The Wedding Singer"! Look at all those shoulder pads and poofy hair! Aren't period fashion idiosyncracies funny? Aren't they?? You better say yes, damnit!)
JAX: Woah woah woah
AMANDA: My knees just twinged
JAX: I just threw up in my mouth.
AMANDA: Too many lyrics with "love"... and, again...the Sandler thing
JAX: I love Sandler though; just not this.
AMANDA: THIS SONG IS SO F@#KING GENERIC!
JAX: Why didn't they just hire Sandler to to the show to round out how insane it is?
(It's a wedding party! Geddit? The Bride is tossed around like a rag doll. The Bride doesn't retaliate by weilding a sword and attacking everyone. Pity.)
JAX: A new Tony Award Sport: Bride flipping
AMANDA: I wonder how many dancers they lost with that move
(It's your wedding day! Love will never go away! So, feel the love! And put on a glove, or LOOOOVE WIIIILL FIIIND YOOUUUU! Doo-doo-doo...)
AMANDA: FUCK, I HATE THIS FUCKING SONG!
JAX: I know me too
AMANDA: ANY SONG THAT MAKES USE OF "DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO" SHOULD BE BANNED
JAX: Look how happy they all are that it's over.
AMANDA: I really don't want to see this show now
(You guys, look! It's an androgynous tambourine-player! And his name is "George"! Bwah! This is so anachronist and cute! I'm laughing so much I want to stab myself in the eye! This number has caused so much glee, I can't handle it! Someone has got to kill me because I can only die from too much happiness!
Up next: a performance from Threesexy Sexpera.)
AMANDA: Wow, Cyndi Lauper was rockin' some serious bed-head there
JAX: Seriously, but... Alan Cumming. Cumming the cologne.
AMANDA: Yikes. that commercial. with the ass. and the monologue. and the ass
AMANDA: You know...I've heard he was bisexual. but do you reallly think he's into girls? At all?
JAX: I've also swallowed my whole foot, and then shat it out.
(I don't know what she means, but it sound hilarious.
We're back, and so is Matthew Broderick. We get to see his formally adorable self before Sarah Jessica Parker drained the life out of him. Allegedly.)
AMANDA: Wow, look at the glasses on Broderick
JAX: He was hot back then. And then... botox
AMANDA: Do you think he doesn't wear them anymore because he's married to SJP?
JAX: And collegen
(Those boring people from the American Theatre Wing pretend to act and stuff with the current cast of Spamalot. It doesn't work and no one is fooled.)
AMANDA: Oh man, I hate these two. I don't care how many theatres they run, they still suck
JAX: Glad that's over
(Sara Ramirez presents with...some guy. Ironically, she is the only one not wearing the Sara Ramirez dress. They are both charming. I feel kind of bad for not remembering the other guy's name, but I'm too lazy to fact-check.)
JAX: I LOVE THESE TWO! I seriously f@#$ing love these two
AMANDA: This is actually kinda funny
AMANDA: I take it back...THIS is how your present an award!
(They present the award for Outstanding Performance by a Featured Actress in a Musical.)
AMANDA: Felicia! I saw her on Oprah
JAX: Beth Leavel! That's you! She was awesome
(My future character wins, and my fate is sealed.)
JAX: WOOOOOO!!!!!! F@#k yes.
AMANDA: OOH, I WON!
JAX: She's a nut
AMANDA: Damn, look at her sprint
JAX: That is you.
AMANDA: Hell to the yes
(She makes a mad dash to the podium. She's no fool: she knows the orchestra will cut you off. Her stage time is usurped by Ana Gastayer and Jim Dale.)
AMANDA: the crowd: wild
JAX: I really love her
AMANDA: Is Ana...wearing a tiara?
JAX: Yes, she played Elphaba... so she thinks she's entitled
(It's time for "Threepenny")
AMANDA: Okay, let's see what this is about
JAX: Cumming! I'm not... but he is.
(Alan Cumming enters with his mohawk up to there and his shirt unbuttoned down to there. Cyndi looks like she bought her outfit at the Kit Kat Klub's garage sale.)
AMANDA: Alright, I have to admit...I'm a little turned on
JAX: I'm not...but he is.
(They sing about their non-relationship and their illegitimate baby in the style of a polka-tango-funeral march.)
JAX: I'm a little bored.
(They sing for roughly thirty years.)
JAX: They just said "f#$k".
AMANDA: Was that translated from the original German?
(The ensemble then enters to joylessly dance with each other. They keep switching partners, even to ones of their own gender! Decadence! Tango sluts!)
AMANDA: OMIGOD, THERE ARE GUYS DANCING WITH EACH OTHER!
(Alan breaks away from Cyndi to dance with some dude, everyone keeps dancing and then some other dude pulls a gun and points it right at Alan. It's all very WTF? and not as interesting as it appears in print.)
JAX: I have no idea what the hell just happened.
AMANDA: That was just...meh.
JAX: I'm going to go polish my shoes or something equally boring now.
AMANDA: I mean...when I'm seeing two dudes dance together, and someone pulls a gun, I don't expect to yawn. That shit should be more exciting
JAX: Two thumbs down.
AMANDA: Did they really say "f@#$"?
JAX: Yeah. They bleeped it
JAX: Well, there has to be a word for "f@#$" in German... they're just so aggressive, I doubt they call it "making love"
AMANDA: If they have a word for "pleasure at the misery of others", they have a word for "f@#$"
(Stop! Commercial time!)
AMANDA: Great, NOW I want a Klondike bar
(We return to the welcoming prescence of S. Epatha Merkeson, who should be at every awards show, no exceptions.)
AMANDA: S. EPATHA MERKESON!
JAX: you know what the "S" stands for?
JAX: No, it doesn't stand for Tuuci
(Stanley Tucci is also there, yay. They talk about the Best Play nominees and how awesome they are and how bad of a person you are for not seeing them.)
JAX: Is that Uncle Vernon?
AMANDA: Ooh, more Harry Potter!
(Uncle Vernon appears as "Richard Griffiths" in "The History Boys". It's a play about students who let a teacher molest them. I think. "The Lieutenant of Inishmore" is apparently about a guy obsessed with his cat.)
AMANDA: Who doesn't have an obsession about their cats?
JAX: Me. I don't have a cat
(All the Best Play nominees are represented by their set designs in teeny shadowboxes.)
AMANDA: I love these little shadowboxes. I just can't figure how they fit the actors in there.
(Jon Tartaglia and his puppet friend show up for the party. If this becomes a Tony staple, I won't mind. And there's that woman who stole the Tony from Marla Schaffel in 2001. She Who Shall Not Be Named.)
JAX: Ooh Rod! Christine Ebersol!
(Oh damn! We named her! Rod says he's a Republican puppet. Christine Ebersol goes for the obvious joke.)
JAX: And the gays go wild!
AMANDA: Oh, SNAP!
(Outstanding Featured Guy in a Musical Whatever. "Drowsy" is up for another award.)
JAX: DROWSY!!!!!! Okay... Drowsy please.
AMANDA: Did he mouth "that's my brother" or "that's my lover"?
("Drowsy" Guy doesn't win. "Jersey" Guy does. "Jersey" Guy is touched.)
AMANDA: Aw, he's crying already!
JAX: I love it when they cry
(He is very teary. I love how in musical theatre, the straight guys are the biggest girls.)
JAX: He got it together. I was fairly sure he was just going to stutter through the entire thing. God Bless Broadway
(Ladies and Gentlemen: Mr. Brian Stokes Mitchell.)
JAX: STOKES! I almost typed Strokes.
AMANDA: STOKES CALLED ME FRIEND!
JAX: Sure did
AMANDA: "I'm here to honor Hal Prince. Also, I am handsome"
(Some unfortunate actors are brought onstage to represent the myriad of shows Hal Prince has been a part of. Among them, "West Side Story"...)
AMANDA: WEST SAH-EED!
(..."Pajama Game" and "Sweeney Todd".)
AMANDA: Wow, this is really kinda corny
JAX: Yeah...uhmm...I'm drinking to forget this.
(Finally, the man himself. He accepts his honor via video; he is too busy and important to actually be in New York right now.)
JAX: Woah. those glasses look like horns
AMANDA: Those glasses eclipse his head
(It's a really short speech.)
AMANDA: And...that's it. The end.
(The current Broadway Phantom is brought on in full Phantom drag to warble "Music of the Night". The cheese level has been raised from "nacho" to "whiz".)
AMANDA: Oh crap.
JAX: (hangs self)
AMANDA: This is cheesey
(Phantom misses a note.)
JAX: He screwed up!!!!!!
AMANDA: THAT WAS AWESOME!
JAX: Did that just happen!?!?!?!?!
JAX: He's crying under that mask
AMANDA: I still can't believe that Christine dug even with his massive cold sore showing.
(That is all the love Hal gets this year. An awkwardly-staged montage and half a song. The end. Well done, mate. Now get back to work.)
AMANDA: Omigod, they couldn't come up with anything better than that?
JAX: That sucked ass
AMANDA: I mean, it's Hal F@#$ing Prince
(More commercials. It's the commercial you've been waiting for for the musical movie everyone's been waiting for.)
AMANDA: DREAMGIRLS! Jax, we are the internet's dreamgirls
AMANDA: Wow...Jamie Foxx and Eddie Murphy look good in dresses
(As the commercials wrap, AMANDA muses.)
AMANDA: I want another Chardonnay...but I DON'T want another Chardonnay. I'm at a crossroads
JAX: Hmmm. What will make you happy?
AMANDA: BEN VEREEN!
(We are back and Ben Vereen is telling the viewing audience about how awesome it was to win for "Pippin". As well he should.)
AMANDA: So, how many presenters have we been through?
JAX: Who knows?
(There is an adorable old lady, and somebody tells the story about how her Outstanding Newcomer Tony was stolen. She is given a new one to much applause, but...couldn't they have gotten her a replacement earlier?)
AMANDA: Wow, they had awards like "Outstanding Newcomer" back then?
JAX: She had her Tony stolen?
AMANDA: It was me. I traveled back in time just to gank it
JAX: She just got a new one, though. No harm no foul.
AMANDA: Aw, she's old! let's stand for her
AMANDA: Typing like this is hard. Let's sit again
(The adorable old lady fights the teleprompter. The teleprompter wins.)
JAX: She can't read because she's old
AMANDA: She's old and mispronouncing things!
(Best Actress of the Play Persuasion.)
AMANDA: Cynthia Nixon!
JAX: Miranda Hobbes!
AMANDA: I always get Lynn and Venessa Redgrave confused
(Cynthia Nixon is victorious. For the second year in a row, a lesbian has claimed the top prize for theatre acting. My God, if we let them marry, there'll be no stopping them.)
JAX: WOOO! Her girlfriend is ugly though.
AMANDA: Yeah, I still can't believe she went lesbo, but she looks great.
JAX: I can see your nipples Cynth
AMANDA: Does that make me gay? That I think that a lesbian looks good?
JAX: nope. I think she's hot too
AMANDA: I like her hair
JAX: I really love her. Miranda Hobbes is my hero... and Cynthia is her mommy
(Julia Roberts. She's actually onstage. Talk amongst yourselves. I'll give you a topic: she was HORRID in "Three Days of Rain". Discuss.)
JAX: Julia. Go home. Don't you have babies or something?
AMANDA: "You people are insanely talented...and I'm not"
JAX: Thank you for not including yourself in that statement.
AMANDA: "You people"? What the hell does that mean??
(Best Actor: Play. It's Major Harry Potter Villian vs. Minor Harry Potter Villian. It should be obvious by now whom we are rooting for.)
JAX: LORD VOLDIESEX!
JAX: I'm so voting Ralph!
AMANDA: IT'S VOLDEMORT VS. UNLCLE VERNNON!
JAX: Kick ass, Voldie!
(And it's Uncle Vernon triumphant. Richard Griffiths and his white tux waddle to the podium.)
JAX: Uncle Vernon won!
AMANDA: This reminds me of March of the Penguins, for some reason. I'M SO EVIL!
JAX: He's sweating...because he's fat
AMANDA: "I used to be in the Royal Shakespeare Company. Recognize, bitches."
(His speech is really great. I wish I could remember it. He loves his wife: I think that was in there.)
JAX: Awww, Uncle Vernon
AMANDA: You see? That's how Brits are supposed to accept awards!
(Another musical performance. "The Pajama Game" is the game we're in.)
AMANDA: The Pajame Game: also known as Philadelphia Tourism
JAX: I love PJ Game
AMANDA: That's because you were in it.
JAX: Twice. I was in it twice!
AMANDA: I love Carnival! for the same reasons
(Kelli O'Hara and Har-Har sing at each other. It's like they are trying to will their vocal chords out through their mouths.)
AMANDA: Go Kelli!
JAX: I hate her a little.
AMANDA: Yeah, but in a good way
(Hernando's Hideaway. Ole!)
JAX: Rock. I love this number. JEN CODY!
JAX: She was the one that was being carried. Blue dress
AMANDA: Wow, they worked Har-Har's mad piano skillz into the show
(We are in awe of Jen Cody. She's, like, three feet tall, and she kicks ass. The fact that she's married to Hunter Foster just ups her awesomosity.)
AMANDA: Oh, tiny one
JAX: I love Jen Cody, she's my chorus girl hero
AMANDA: She and her husband are awesome
JAX: I bet Hunter keeps her in his pocket
(We go to commercials on a high note. Not literally a high note; not F above high C. Just happiness. Genuine happiness, not "The Wedding Singer"-happiness.)
AMANDA: Okay, f@#$ it. I'm getting more wine
AMANDA: Done and done
JAX: I think I need a drink. (raids parents liqour)
AMANDA: Let the Snarkjuice™ flow like wine!
JAX: The Snarkjiuce™ is wine
AMANDA: Hee! BOOZE!
(You are watching CBS- the most watched network ever in the history of all time.)
AMANDA: Is CBS really the most-watched network? Are they f@#$ing with us?
(Norbert Leo "Seymour" Butz and Victoria Clark present a presentation. Just go with me.)
AMANDA: Hey, there's your husband!
JAX: NORBERT! MY BOYFRIEND!!! I LOVE YOU!
AMANDA: Or boyfriend, whatever you refer to him as
JAX: Husband: we've since married. I love you, Norb...
(Earlier in the evening, Norb and Vic presented awards that were too important to broadcast. Sarah Jones gets a special Tony for her one-woman show. She is just that awesome. You're just going to have to take me at my word, because GOD FORBID the TONY AWARDS showcase a TONY-WINNING SHOW.)
AMANDA: Um, I wish they had showed more than just to 20 seconds of Bridge and Tunnel. I really really really want to see that
AMANDA: AWAKE AND SING, BITCHES!` Let's add "BITCHES!" to the end of every show title
(Rita Wilson- soon to be seen in "Chicago"- BITCHES!- is joined by Jonathan Pryce. Here's all you need to know about him: he should have won the new Special Tony Award for best replacement actor in a show that has opened in a previous year. The stupid Tony committee didn't even nominate anyone for this brand new award and so they killed the category. It's dead. It's the Tony no one ever won. Cue violin. The end.)
JAX: Rita. You're married to Tom Hanks. Well done.
AMANDA: Aw, Johnny Pryce got shafted this year
(Best Revival of a Musical. It's a lock for "Threepenny", right?)
JAX: I vote PJ
AMANDA: SWEENEY! SWEENEY! BITCHES!
JAX: Uncle Fester Todd scares me
(And the winner is, "Sween"- holy shit, "Pajama Game"?!)
JAX: YES!!! PJ BITCHES!
AMANDA: Bwah? that...was shocking
JAX: YES the happy musical wins!!!! YES YES YES!
JAX: (Contented sigh)
AMANDA: I LIKE MUSICALS WHERE PEOPLE DIE! MUSICALLY!
(The entire cast of Pajama Game spills onto the stage, and everyone seems really happy.)
JAX: Dana's at the Roundabout party eh?
JAX: Because they just blew up I'm sure.
AMANDA: She's gonna get soooo drunk!
JAX: Oh yes, and probably call us un the morning crying about something
(Dead Playwrights Jam 2006. Give it up for Wendy Wasserstein and August Wilson!)
AMANDA: Aw, Wass! Wils!
JAX: I know, man
AMANDA: I love Fences
JAX: Wils the Pittsburgher; Pittsburgh was so sad when he died
AMANDA: Wass, the Jew. The Jewish people were sad, too
(James Earl Jones makes it perfectly clear why he is the only Darth Vader by delivering an awesome monologue from "Fences".)
AMANDA: That was awesome: well done, JEJ
(Cynthia Nixon brings it with a monologue from "The Heidi Chronicles". Thank you, Cynthia. We'll be in touch.
Also, Alfre Woodard is there.)
AMANDA: I am distracted by that cleavage
JAX: I admit it... I think she's hot
AMANDA: She [Alfre] was the best Housewife; too bad they never gave her anything to do
JAX: She's not a housewife. oh -- Alfre. I was still thinking about Cynthia who I am wildly attracted to
AMANDA: Yeah, well, they both have awesome cleavage
AMANDA: I'm thinking that in a certain outfit, James Earl Jones might have awesome cleavage, too
(Bring out your dead. Yearly death montage. Real downer, actually.)
AMANDA: Respectful silence: stay classy, Tony audience
JAX: Right on
(And on that sorrowful note, more commercials. Because advertisement should hit you when you're most vulnerable.)
JAX: I'm bored, something really good better happen like... now
AMANDA: Dude, my friend Jason is also IMing me, and I'm slightly drunk, and it's confusing me! Too many words!
AMANDA: Chardonnay: bad!
JAX: No no...it's so good
(Marcia Gay Harden and David Hyde Pierce do...something...I think they make out.)
JAX: MGH and DHP
AMANDA: More consonants than any other awards show!
(I'm sure someone wins something, but I'm past the point of remembering.)
AMANDA: (slurs:) How many awards'r left?
JAX: No idea, 1/2 hours worth
AMANDA: Well, I need a number!
JAX: Can't. 'Cause I don't know
AMANDA: F@#$ it, just give every award to The History Boys and Drowsy Chaperone and let's go home
JAX: YES! GREAT PLAN!
AMANDA: There are actors in that audience and they need to start DRINKING
(I think it's "Awake and Sing!" for Best Play Revival. I know it wins at some point. Let's just say now, okay?)
AMANDA: CHRIST, that is a lot of people
AMANDA: You know, when I go to the Tony's I'm going to sit near the show that's sure to win, so I can sneak in with all the producers
(Oprah is here to present the show that she is producing, directing, choreographing, starring in, and making the costumes for.)
JAX: Hate you, Oprah
AMANDA: Ooh, I like her hair, though. I like everyone's hair tonight
AMANDA: "I am Oprah. Bow down!"
JAX: Again, I hate Oprah. She's dumb. and used to do trashy daytime talk shows just like Sally Jessie Raphael
AMANDA: Shuddup, her hair looks great!
(And the award for Outstanding Song Title: "Hell No" from "The Color Purple". Felicia P. Fields brings. it.)
AMANDA: Oh, I like this song
JAX: Hell No! I love it too
JAX: HELL NO!
AMANDA: HELL YES!
JAX: That's a great title
AMANDA: That is going to be the name of my one-woman show
JAX: HELL NO!
AMANDA: LaChanze has got that deer in headlights look
JAX: Yes she does.
AMANDA: Like: "Wow, I've been out-blacked"
JAX: Go girl! I f@#$ing love LaChanze
AMANDA: And, I lose interest, because I can never do this show
(The cast sings the title song, and it's impressive. I may have shed a tear.)
JAX: Her voice is like... HUGE
AMANDA: Wow, I just got gooesbumps
JAX: Me too, praise Jesus
JAX: I wish I was black.
(Coming up: All these women are better than you!)
(AMANDA leaves the computer and then returns.)
AMANDA: I'm back, and I've got cookies!
AMANDA: Mmm. Chardonnay and cookies. I love eating while drunk: somehow it doesn't seem as bad
AMANDA: Wow, is that what Harry Belafonte looks like?
AMANDA: Well, I want to say I think he looked more like Sidney Poitier, but I don't want to go to hell
(Oh crap, I am going to hell, aren't I? But, in my own defence, I wouldn't know the difference between Lynn and Vanessa Redgrave if you stood them next to each other and promised me a night with Alan Rickman if I could properly name them.
That's...that's not the same thing, is it?
OH LOOK! It's Best Actor In A Musical! Shiny!)
AMANDA: BOB MARTIN!
JAX: I vote Martin!
(That little cute guy from "Jersey Boys" wins.)
AMANDA: He mauled the camera
JAX: Goddammut, why does everyone love Frankie Valli?
AMANDA: Wow, people love the Jersey Boys
JAX: Jersy Boys are full of sob stories
AMANDA: And straight guys
(Nankie Nalli accepts his award and he cries and is adorable and we all love him yay.)
AMANDA: I'm a little worried for Drowsy
JAX: Me too. Sutton must win (goes all crazy-eyed)
AMANDA: Calm down
JAX: The Jersey Boys all cry
AMANDA: They are such sensitive straight boys
(Bernadette Peters makes her mandatory Tony appearance. Because the day Bernadette stops appearing on the Tony's is the day the Earth will be engulfed in darkness.)
AMANDA: Do you have a drink?
AMANDA: Drink something
AMANDA: When I'm 56, I hope I look like I'm 15
(Oh, and there's James Naughton.)
AMANDA: "I'm James Naughton, and I have sex with my own voice"
(Best Actress. Musical.)
AMANDA: LaChanze: Like Cher. Only awesome!
Jax: What was that face Patti just made?
(Sutton? Patti? Sutton? Patti?
LACHANZE??? What the f@#$ is going on here?)
JAX: (Hates life cuts wrists)
JAX: There's nothing more to live for
AMANDA: Aaldfghaogajabvglq348502nb wa2omdfawk...oh hush
JAX: Oh Ti Moune. You will always be a part of us.
AMANDA: And after she won the Tony, she became...
AMANDA: A TREE!
(In all fairness, LaChanze is quite lovely as she accepts her award. AMANDA likes her hair, too.)
AMANDA: Up next: Julie Andrews tells the audience to eat her busted vocal chords, bitches
(AMANDA and JAX confer during the commercials.)
JAX: So, I want Drowsy to win Best Musical
AMANDA: Me too
JAX: If it doesn't I'll go outside strip naked and cry
AMANDA: I kinda want you to do that anyways
JAX: Maybe I'll just eat
(Julie Andrews shows up to present the last and most importantest award of all: "Drowsy Chaperone". I mean, Best Musical. But it's totally "Drowsy". Come on.)
AMANDA: Julie Andrews: "Mary Martin didn't know her ass from her elbow. she can bite my living English ass."
(And..."Drowsy Chaperone". "Drowsy Chaperone.")
(Drow. sy. Chap. er. one.)
AMANDA: COME ON, DROWSY!
("Jersey Boys"? Oh, whatever!)
AMANDA & JAX: F@#$!
AMANDA: I mean, really! F@#K!
(Total bullshit. All the producers gather like swarms of undeserving wasps on the stage. They are lead by the one with the longest beard.)
AMANDA: Wow, that is one wicked beard
JAX: Who the hell is that rabbi?
AMANDA: Have you noticed that, without Dana, we are more politically incorrect than normal?
JAX: Yes. how odd.
(It's still bullshit.)
JAX: I'm too shocked to live.
AMANDA: Now they're just going to make more jukebox musicals and they're all gonna suck
JAX: I hate my life. (drowns self)
AMANDA: Although, if this means that there's going to be a Tori Amos musical, it will be worth it
JAX: Oh good Christ.
(And now the show is over.)
AMANDA: "I'm Julie Andrews: you can all bone my 60-year-old ass. Goodnight, and f@#$ you all!"
(JAX and AMANDA take stock.)
JAX: Another dissapointing Tony's. F@#$ Jersey Boys
AMANDA: Okay, let's do something to lift our spirits
JAX: I'm going to kill myself with sorrow
AMANDA: Let's speculate on where the winners will be 10 years from now
JAX: Dead. like me
AMANDA: Don't kill yourself. Speculate
AMANDA: SPECULATE, DAMNIT!
JAX: I don't know how; I only know my sorrow
AMANDA: IF YOU'VE NEVER DO ANOTHER THING, YOU WILL SPECULATE WITH ME NOW!
JAX: (Sigh), fine: as my last act of humor.
AMANDA: Okay: Madame Maxime
JAX: She'll be making Harry Potter 24: Ginny Has a Baby
AMANDA: Ian McDiarmid:
JAX: Who is that again?
AMANDA: (The guy who won for Faith Healer, who wasn't Ralph)
JAX: Mer. Who cares... Lord SexyMort AK'ed him for winning
AMANDA: Okay, we'll just say he went on to teach Math
AMANDA: Kathleen Marshall moved into her brother's house and polished her Tony's everyday
AMANDA: Best Director John Doyle:
JAX: Went on to direct the revival of PeeWee's Playhouse
AMANDA: And won praise for his innovative use of actors playing the spoons
AMANDA: Awake and Sing author Clifford Odets...is still dead
AMANDA: Beth Leavel of the Drowsy Chaperone was arrested for public intoxication, even though she was completely sober
AMANDA: Cynthia Nixon...
JAX: Dropped her ugly lesbian girlfriend for a more beautiful up and coming actress Jackie Pepe. They then adopted several Asian children and moved to the Hamptons
AMANDA: Richard Griffiths, of The History Boys...
JAX: Is that Uncle Vernon?
AMANDA: Yes...he bought a lot of white tuxedos
JAX: And loved his wife, until he died of being fat and sweaty
AMANDA: He ate his Tony so it will always be a part of him
AMANDA: No, wait...RALPH ate the Tony
JAX: He unhinged his jaw and jut consumed it
AMANDA: And then he died because he was too handsome to live
JAX: He's so pretty, I want him to live with Cynthia and I
AMANDA: This is fun! BOOZE!
JAX: Booze is good.
AMANDA: 10 years later, we still don't care about those guys from Jersey Boys
JAX: They're still "straight"
AMANDA: LaChanze continued her winning streak by performing the role of Prince in Purple Rain: The Musical. The Best Musical of 2016 is Orlando Boys: the N*SYNC Musical
JAX: Shut the f@#$ up
AMANDA: Something won for Best Play, but without music, nobody really cared: and that's the end
AMANDA: It was nice snarking with you, Jax
JAX: Always a lovely time
AMANDA: Same time, next year?
JAX: You know it
JAX: But if you don't call me before that we're not friends anymore.
AMANDA: Right. Goodnight! BOOZE!
(At some point, "The History Boys" won Best Play, but I forget when. AMANDA falls asleep in Snarkjuice™-induced stupor.)
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