(3) Ben Platt is getting plaudits for having released a new album, and for having "bravely" addressed his anxiety "in song." People swoon whenever someone owns up to having anxiety. Here's my problem with this. The "I own up to having anxiety" moment renders insignificant the question: Does this artist have anything new to say? You can't criticize the song, because that would be taken as an attack on a good guy! A guy who bravely admits he has anxiety!
I find Platt's new single "Ease My Mind" deeply boring and cliched. Here's the plot. Ben wakes up with nameless, sourceless anxiety all the time! It eats away at him! His life is difficult! But a hunky young man is really helpful. That hunky young man continuously appears in Platt's kitchen, and helps to "ease" Platt's "mind."
I think--if you're going to be banal--then just write about sex. Be raunchy and playful. Years before Platt, another Broadway star, Gavin Creel, released a pop album. (These pop albums rarely, if ever, go anywhere--because Broadway stars are not pop stars. But that's another subject.) Creel did *not* choose to sing, in a trite way, about his anxiety. Instead, he chose to sing, in a trite way, about his penis: "Come on and take my rocket ride! Feel you shiver when I quiver inside!" Nothing new--but so much more fun than Ben Platt's record. I'll choose Creel over Platt--any day.
(2) People seem to feel compelled to like "My Fair Lady" because it won a big Oscar and Audrey Hepburn and Julie Andrews and Shaw and yadda yadda yadda. I almost bought tickets to the current Benanti production, just because it seems so august and important and yadda yadda yadda. But then I admitted something to myself: I find "My Fair Lady" just a little bit insufferable. I do not identify with Eliza. To me, she's like the secretly hot girl in the teen movie who just needs to learn to take her hair out of a bun and stop wearing glasses....and then....look....SHE'S HOT! Who cares? And I think the writing is sort of covertly bland:
I could have danced all night!
I could have danced all night--and still have begged for more!
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things
I've never done before!
"I could have danced all night"--a line so apparently fresh that Eliza needs to say it twice! And what are the thousand things that Eliza could have done? Isn't God in the details? Don't ask Lerner. Don't ask Loewe. Thank you, next!
(1) Did you really stay awake for "BlacKkKlansman" in its entirety? All of it? Did the writing not strike you as--just occasionally--maybe a little bit leaden and preachy? Did each major character really linger in your head for days thereafter? Be honest. Just a few questions. Enjoy the Oscars!
I find Platt's new single "Ease My Mind" deeply boring and cliched. Here's the plot. Ben wakes up with nameless, sourceless anxiety all the time! It eats away at him! His life is difficult! But a hunky young man is really helpful. That hunky young man continuously appears in Platt's kitchen, and helps to "ease" Platt's "mind."
I think--if you're going to be banal--then just write about sex. Be raunchy and playful. Years before Platt, another Broadway star, Gavin Creel, released a pop album. (These pop albums rarely, if ever, go anywhere--because Broadway stars are not pop stars. But that's another subject.) Creel did *not* choose to sing, in a trite way, about his anxiety. Instead, he chose to sing, in a trite way, about his penis: "Come on and take my rocket ride! Feel you shiver when I quiver inside!" Nothing new--but so much more fun than Ben Platt's record. I'll choose Creel over Platt--any day.
(2) People seem to feel compelled to like "My Fair Lady" because it won a big Oscar and Audrey Hepburn and Julie Andrews and Shaw and yadda yadda yadda. I almost bought tickets to the current Benanti production, just because it seems so august and important and yadda yadda yadda. But then I admitted something to myself: I find "My Fair Lady" just a little bit insufferable. I do not identify with Eliza. To me, she's like the secretly hot girl in the teen movie who just needs to learn to take her hair out of a bun and stop wearing glasses....and then....look....SHE'S HOT! Who cares? And I think the writing is sort of covertly bland:
I could have danced all night!
I could have danced all night--and still have begged for more!
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things
I've never done before!
"I could have danced all night"--a line so apparently fresh that Eliza needs to say it twice! And what are the thousand things that Eliza could have done? Isn't God in the details? Don't ask Lerner. Don't ask Loewe. Thank you, next!
(1) Did you really stay awake for "BlacKkKlansman" in its entirety? All of it? Did the writing not strike you as--just occasionally--maybe a little bit leaden and preachy? Did each major character really linger in your head for days thereafter? Be honest. Just a few questions. Enjoy the Oscars!
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