Monday, February 11, 2008

Grammys Bore; Scheider Dies

(image via the new york times)

I was so busy being disappointed by "Rock of Love" that I forgot to mention the other two big non-news events of the past couple of days. First, of course, was the boring ole Grammy Awards, which I did not even bother to watch, but apparently Amy Winehouse was the big winner--5 total--except that she didn't win Album of the Year, which rather awesomely went to Herbie Hancock. I love a good underdog victory!

Apparently Beyoncé and Tina Turner did a duet together (can you imagine the collision of egos? Beyoncé is a braver diva than I, that's for sure!) and Amy Winehouse performed two of her songs, "Rehab" and "You Know I'm No Good," via satellite; she also shouted out something about her "Blake, incarcerated!" when it was announced that she'd won Record of the Year. Also Kanye West threw a hissy fit when they tried to hurry up his speech about his dead mom, and Cirque du So Gay did their big Beatles thing, which, though I hear is kind of great live, I have a deep-seated fear and loathing of, so I'm glad I missed it.

(image via the new york times)

Oh, and Cher wore this:

(image via janet charlton's hollywood)

Cher! Come back, Cher! We need you!

The other story is the death from myeloma of actor Roy Scheider, who is probably best known for his leading role as the sheriff in Jaws who famously said "You're gonna need a bigger boat," and also for starring in Brother of Felt Up Patrick B.-B.'s childhood favorites Blue Thunder and 2010, but he will always have a special place in my heart for his unforgettable bravura performance in Bob Fosse's spectacularly weird and wonderful autobiographical lollapalooza All That Jazz.

If you've never seen it, well, I can't guarantee you will enjoy All That Jazz; much like amphetamines and jazz hands, it's an acquired taste. But I can say with some certainty that you've never seen anything quite like it. Here's a wee taste, and it's oh-so-ironically the "Bye Bye Life" closing number, in which Roy Scheider, Mr. Ben Vereen and a bunch of alien-esque disco dancers bid adieu to life and say bonjour to death, which is personified by Miss Jessica Lange in her movie debut, to the tune of the Everly Brothers' "Bye Bye Love." It is total genius.

Bye bye, Roy.

1 comment:

miss wind said...

oh my! where oh where can i get one of those muscle and tendon suits? shit who needs to work out