Ah. So Elton John is making Anne Rice’s Vampire Lestat into a Broadway musical. Almost nothing Mr. Dwight does these days sparks my interest, but this sounds particularly dreadful. At least he isn’t taking the lead role himself. That would require an extra five or six vertical inches, major liposuction and weight-training, plus a different species of cranium-hugging beastie. (Then again, the vertical discrepancy didn’t stand in Tom Cruise’s way…)
X-Men 2 is out, then, and getting a mostly positive reception. I haven’t seen it. I really liked the original—it was even better on second viewing, actually. Maybe I’ll drag myself to the movies for this one, but I’ll probably wait until the crowds have thinned and the ticket price has dropped.
I’m slightly less inspired by the prospect of the Spider-Man sequel. (Here’s what I thought of the first one.) Spider-Man was a pretty good film, but since sequels are usually worse, my expectations aren’t too high. However, I’d love to be proved wrong.