The Emmy nominations are set to be announced tomorrow, and all eyes in coffee shops and traffic-thirsty blogs will be on the fate of Girls. Let’s predict what other shows were widely regarded as good this past year!
It looks like things are getting very serious between Big Bang Theory star Jim Parsons and 36 Gramercy Park East.
Parsons, who has been spending more time in New York during his run in the Roundabout’s Harvey, has purchased a second apartment in the building with his partner of the past 10 years Todd Alan Spiewak. And while the couple seems to be in no rush to join their hands in matrimony after calling off their engagement last year, it appears that they couldn’t wait to join their names on yet another deed.
Harvey is the one about the amiable 39-year-old dipsomaniac Elwood P. Dowd and his best friend and constant companion Harvey, a white rabbit, standing tall at six feet three and a half inches, who, to the mortification of his family, is invisible to everyone but Elwood—or almost. The play by Mary Chase was a big hit in 1944 (inexplicably, it won an undeserved Pulitzer Prize) starring Frank Fay (Barbara Stanwyck’s first husband) and the fabulously ditzy character actress Josephine Hull, who recreated her role in the critically acclaimed 1950 film, sharing the screen with a triumphant performance by James Stewart, whose wife, Gloria, said at the time, “You stay at the studio—send Harvey home to me.”
In the genial Roundabout translation currently on view at Studio 54, the eccentric Elwood is essayed by the stage play’s star, Jim Parsons, he of the curiously abortive and alarmingly overrated five-years-and-still-running television sitcom, The Big Bang Theory. He is no Jimmy Stewart, but he has a wiry charm air-brushed with a dusty Texas twang that is perfectly suited to a borderline mental patient with impeccable old-world manners. If you’re up for some warm and gentle whimsy in a charmingly fanciful farce peppered with a tiny touch of pathos, Mr. Parsons gives a droll performance and the play is a nice dose of tonic.
One of our pet peeves during the Golden Globes was that they totally ignored The Muppets. No nomination for any of the original songs? Pshaw. We assumed someone in the Foreign Press Association had a problem with the liberal brainwashing of American children.
Fortunately, the American Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences had no such qualms.