cabaret

Tune. (Jimi Celeste/Patrick McMullan)

‘Taps, Tunes and Tall Tales’: Texas Tommy Takes New York

“Taps, Tunes and Tall Tales” is the perfect title for Tommy Tune’s cabaret debut at Feinstein’s at Loew’s Regency, and he delivers plenty of all three. You know you’re in for an evening of savvy show business sass the minute the lights dim and he sails in singing “I’ve Got Them Feelin’ Too Good Today Blues” in a red suit the color of a tomato surprise.

Treetop tall and chlorophyll fresh, the dancer/actor/director/choreographer who Gene Kelly once called “too lanky for a legend” reduces his life story to one hour of handpicked tales and take-home tunes, punctuated by nifty tap routines executed to tumultuous applause on a stage the size of a forever stamp. Read More

Book Recalls

Mr. Sorkin at another thing years ago.

Andrew Ross Sorkin, Tommy Tune and an Ass Slap

The Transom spun around as a feminine (but firm) hand slapped our ass.

“You’re a reporter, obviously?” said a woman well into her second of something strong, in a first-floor room of the University Club on Tuesday afternoon.

We answered in the affirmative and then were told that an introduction to E.F. Hutton’s 84-year-old daughter Read More

Tommy Tune Buys East Side Apartment With Living Walls for $1.29 M.

The only kind of 68-year-old New Yorker who, through a florist friend, nabs a magical little off-the-market tower apartment on the Far East Side probably has a name like Tommy Tune.

The six-and-a-half-foot-tall Mr. Tune, a nine-time Tony Award–winning actor and dancer, paid $1.29 million for the tower apartment at 400 East 52nd Street, Read More

Countdown to Bliss

Jeffrey Laurence and Susan Paley

Met: June 9, 2002

Engaged: Dec. 24, 2002

Projected Wedding Date: April 2003

Ladies and gents, we present long-legged entertainer Tommy Tune as … Cupid!

Jeffrey Laurence, 50, is a New York City oncologist, head of the Laboratory for Aids Research at New York Presbyterian Read More

Mercy Me! Terrorism at Home: LaBute Lovers In Domestic War

The plays-the disturbingly fashionable plays-of Neil LaBute are problematic for me. Hailed as our leading dramatic voice by some discerning critics, Mr. LaBute’s youngish characters and jerks are nasty pieces of work in themselves: last season’s rock ‘n roll The Shape of Things , for instance, with its vile art student gleefully abusing her naïve, Read More