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Will Bette Midler win a Tony Award, and will Barbra Streisand hate her?


A Schmoozy Cobra, About to Be Bitten

‘I’ll Eat You Last,’ Starring Bette Midler


Chances are you are not a movie star. Chances are equally good that this state of affairs is not likely to change soon. But if you’ve ever wondered what it might be like to explore that golden realm where the gods and goddesses of the screen dwell, race over to the Booth Theater, where you can enjoy an audience with a woman who consorted almost exclusively with box office luminaries, or “twinklies” as she affectionately calls them.

In “I’ll Eat You Last,” a delectable soufflé of a solo show by John Logan that opened Wednesday night on Broadway, Bette Midler portrays the Hollywood agent Sue Mengers, who at the height of her reign in the 1970s could make a career merely by issuing an invitation to one of her A-list-only dinner parties. For a limited time, the tightly closed doors of the Beverly Hills aerie in which Mengers held court are being thrown open, and for the price of a ticket we all get to feel a little twinkly for a night.

It’s a heady sensation, thanks to the buoyant, witty writing of Mr. Logan (“Red”), the focused direction of Joe Mantello and above all to Ms. Midler, who gives the most lusciously entertaining performance of the Broadway season. Dropping names as if to the rhythm of a disco beat, snapping out wisecracks like acid-tipped darts that find the sweet spot every time, proffering profanity-laden advice about how to get ahead in show business: as the frank, brassy, foul-mouthed Mengers, who died in 2011, Ms. Midler cradles a spellbound audience in the palm of her hand from first joke to last toke. (Mengers’s love of celebrity was perhaps equaled only by her affection for marijuana.)

Or rather she would so cradle us, if both hands were not otherwise engaged. As she welcomes us, Sue does not deign to rise from the pillow-bestrewn couch on which she sits, or rather slinks (“Forgive me for not getting up,” she says, unapologetically. “Think of me as that caterpillar from ‘Alice in Wonderland,’ the one with the hash pipe”), but her silver-taloned fingers are in continual motion: slicing the air to accentuate a point, fiddling with the white-blond tresses framing her face, adjusting her signature glasses — oversize circles that symbolize a lifelong obsession with stargazing — or grabbing another cigarette or a joint, if not both at the same time.

We have been invited into Sue’s private domain to provide a distraction from a dark cloud that has appeared on a formerly cloudless horizon, regarding matters both social and business — which for this woman are one and the same. (The year is 1981, as the décor by the designer Scott Pask tastefully whispers.) Sue is regaling us with tales from her well-stocked larder of Hollywood lore while she awaits a phone call from her great friend Barbra Streisand, who was also the biggest jewel in the crown of her client list — until just a few moments ago. The story of the Streisand defection will be told, but not until Sue has dished up great mountains of glittery Hollywood dirt. We learn how Sue finagled the female lead in “Chinatown” for Faye Dunaway.

by Anonymousreply 3504/30/2013

How Steve McQueen stole Ali MacGraw from the Paramount honcho Bob Evans, turning her into a high-class hausfrau and torpedoing her career. (Not a great loss to cinema history, perhaps, but as a fiercely loyal agent and friend, Sue resented it immensely.)

When the phone rings and it’s Sissy Spacek calling, we learn how a good agent engages in the delicate art of client-poaching in the guise of offering maternal advice. “Let’s face it,” she says, acknowledging the ruthlessness that rules in Hollywood, “if no one’s trying to steal your clients, you’re doing something wrong.”

And of course we are treated to the boilerplate life summary that’s de rigueur in bio-plays: How a young immigrant from Germany, burning with the shame of “always feeling outside looking in,” escaped into the movies, became obsessed (“That’s why I still talk like a gum-cracking Warner Brothers second lead”), quickly abandoned acting ambitions for a role behind the scenes, and climbed the Hollywood agenting ladder rung by rung until she became one of the first women to reach the top in a male-dominated world.

Tangy and funny as much of Mr. Logan’s writing is, the play would hardly transmit the contact high it does without the presence of Ms. Midler. As a performer she shares certain qualities associated with her subject: an ability to make the crassest vulgarities sound like crystalline repartee, an earthy glamour and a preening, kittenish imperiousness that’s somehow warmly endearing. It is hard to imagine any other actor imbuing the character with the same seductive effervescence — or giving a feeling of perpetual motion to a 90-minute monologue without even standing up. (Dressed in a shapely blue tent adorned with silvery spangles designed by Ann Roth, Ms. Midler looks smashing enough to single-handedly revive the muumuu.)

We learn early that Sue has little interest in politics or the wider world of culture (she acidly describes Vanessa Redgrave “downing glass after glass of my best Veuve Clicquot like a good socialist”), and Mr. Logan does not force-feed us pathos involving the diminution of her power in Hollywood. In one of the play’s few darker passages Sue laments the rise of the bottom-line-oriented, more technocratic agencies like Creative Artists Agency. The aesthetic ferment of Hollywood during the 1970s may have been due in part to the Mengers style of mixing pleasure and business, but it could be argued, too, that the inflation of star salaries that she stoked helped usher in the Hollywood of the 1980s and beyond.In any case, the exuberantly shallow Sue we meet in “I’ll Eat You Last” would bridle at any attempt to analyze her legacy. “I’ve seen the future, and, kids, it’s not a lot of laughs,” she says at one point, and that’s about as close as she comes to making grand statements on the changing Hollywood culture.

As the shadows of evening begin to gather, and she begins to slouch deeper into the pillows, as if seeking to become one with her couch, Ms. Midler subtly conveys that Sue has begun to feel the soft sting of her feisty heedlessness beginning to bite back. As she dismisses us to prepare for her dinner — minus a star who called to cancel at the last minute, ominously — we sense that her need for the sweet release of a joint (or two or three) is perhaps more urgent than usual because she can see the credits beginning to roll on her glory years. Sue has learned that if you seek out the pleasures of living in intimate proximity to the hot glare of movie fame, eventually you’re going to get burned.

by Anonymousreply 104/26/2013

Fantastic. I was worried about this one, given the leaks from preview performances and DL's insistence that Bette is a terrible actress. But I've seen a number of glowing reviews. I hope they end up taping the production for HBO or something.

by Anonymousreply 204/26/2013

Babs Two Oscars will console her.

by Anonymousreply 304/26/2013

No one born after 1922 CARES!!!!!! These women were icons of a generation of men who are mostly dead from old age. I have never met a gay man who cares anything about these women.

by Anonymousreply 404/26/2013

Bette might win a Tony and no, Barbra will not hate her.

by Anonymousreply 504/26/2013

Babs couldn't care less about the Tony awards. If it meant something to her, she would have tried to win one years ago.

by Anonymousreply 604/26/2013

Barbra's only thought: "Thank God I wasn't doing that fercockt show EIGHT times a week!"

by Anonymousreply 704/26/2013

Babs does not want to be on stage 8 x a week.

She said Funny Girl drove her to the mental hospital.

by Anonymousreply 804/26/2013

But "Sue Mengers" dishes about Babs in the show, who fired her as her agent. Will Streisand hate Bette for bringing up such an ugly incident from her past?

by Anonymousreply 904/26/2013

Streisand will do the film version.

by Anonymousreply 1004/26/2013

That's what I was thinking, R10.

by Anonymousreply 1104/26/2013

[quote]No one born after 1922 CARES!!!!!! These women were icons of a generation of men who are mostly dead from old age. I have never met a gay man who cares anything about these women.

You clearly weren't at Barbra's Hollywood Bowl concert....It was the creme de la creme of the upper class young LA many beautiful young things it made up for the fact that Barbra averaged about two songs before she'd have to go backstage for a break

by Anonymousreply 1204/26/2013

R4 won't be content until every post on the internet has to do with Bieber.

by Anonymousreply 1304/27/2013

[R4] I am not gay, I am not a man, and even my mother was born way after 1922, and I found the OP and [R1]'s posts to be delightfully entertaining! I haven't cared to go to NYC for a Broadway show in eons, but "I'll Eat You Last" has roused the sleeping theater goer inside me. I remember hearing tales of Sue Mengers as well as stories of parties at Alan Carr's all seemed more sophisticated and decadent (in a good way) than what passes for Hollywood Celebrity-dom today.

It's a pity that you scoff at people and events which preceded the YOU ERA. There was a FABULOUS guy who painted in the 15th century named Michelangelo who was unfuckingbelievable. Another dude you should check out is Oscar Wilde wrote some very funny plays!!!!

by Anonymousreply 1404/27/2013

Midler finds her groove, how nice !!

by Anonymousreply 1504/27/2013

Happy for her for the great review, but Holland Taylor is more than deserving!

by Anonymousreply 1604/27/2013

Will she been in Best Actress in a Play or be in a special category for being in a solo show?

Does she really call My Barbra a cunt?

by Anonymousreply 1704/27/2013

Best Actress in a Play

by Anonymousreply 1804/27/2013

Time Out did not like it, or her.

by Anonymousreply 1904/27/2013

Yes, she will win. And I will be riding along with her in the limo afterwards.

by Anonymousreply 2004/27/2013

[quote]There was a FABULOUS guy who painted in the 15th century named Michelangelo who was unfuckingbelievable.

I read about him - a painter. He painted the ceiling of the 16th chapel.

by Anonymousreply 2104/27/2013

[quote] Streisand will do the film version.

Only if I pass on it.

by Anonymousreply 2204/27/2013

I assure you that nobody associated with that show has any intention of being sued for defamation, so nothing detrimental will be said about Barbra or any other living celebrity. Also, since this is a show that's clearly aimed at gay men, I doubt very much the show includes a single word that might alienate Barbra fans or indeed the fans of any other star with a significant current following.

The only bad blood I've read about between Barbra and Mengers is that Mengers was hurt when Barbra dropped her as an agent and refused to speak to her for a couple of years. I'm sure Barbra has a hell of a lot more rotten things to say about Sue than the other way around.

by Anonymousreply 2304/27/2013

We can close this thread now. Bette not even nominated.

by Anonymousreply 2404/30/2013

And I'm no longer interested in the film role, since there won't be one now. Glen can do the cable version.

by Anonymousreply 2504/30/2013


You're welcome!

by Anonymousreply 2604/30/2013

In many of her interviews to promote this play she was asked about her bathhouse days.

She would cut the interviewer off saying 'she didn't want to do there'.

So she pissed off a lot of theatre queens.

by Anonymousreply 2704/30/2013

She got a rave in the NYT, so she must have been SURE she'd get a nomination, and probably the win.

But the promo clips of the show on YouTube didn't look that good. Just Bette Midler, being Bette Midler, sitting on a couch.

by Anonymousreply 2804/30/2013

I just watched 5 minutes of her on YouTube and loved it. Bette was fabulous!

by Anonymousreply 2904/30/2013

Tough luck, cunt!

by Anonymousreply 3004/30/2013

See what happens when you diss gay marriage, Bette?

by Anonymousreply 3104/30/2013

memo to thespians: you can't just sit there.

by Anonymousreply 3204/30/2013

But the thing is, Sue Mengers just sat there.

by Anonymousreply 3304/30/2013

[quote]But the thing is, Sue Mengers just sat there.

When did that ever sell out a theater?

by Anonymousreply 3404/30/2013

Does Meryl ever shut up? She is on every thread.

by Anonymousreply 3504/30/2013
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