(If we could all just stop hating ourselves so much)
Let's be "The Boys in the Band"
|by Anonymous||reply 129||Last Monday at 8:52 AM|
Let. Us. Not.
|by Anonymous||reply 1||03/11/2019|
I'm Rick Danko
|by Anonymous||reply 2||03/11/2019|
sigh.....guess I'll be Connie Casserole....
|by Anonymous||reply 3||03/11/2019|
Kiss me. I'm Carmen.
|by Anonymous||reply 4||03/11/2019|
I'm the slide rule.
|by Anonymous||reply 5||03/11/2019|
I'm a batch of hot cross buns. Ask the delivery boy with the birthday cake if he has any .......
|by Anonymous||reply 6||03/11/2019|
I'm Tammy Grimes, cleaning the cum stains the cast/crew left behind on my terrace.
|by Anonymous||reply 7||03/12/2019|
I'm Connie Casserole
|by Anonymous||reply 8||03/12/2019|
I’m Donald’s hot buns which sashayed into the shower.
|by Anonymous||reply 9||03/12/2019|
I'm a 34 year old pock-marked jew fairy who takes some time before showing my face to the world and it's nobody's goddamned business but my own.
|by Anonymous||reply 10||03/12/2019|
I’m the snow man.
|by Anonymous||reply 11||03/12/2019|
I'm playing the skin flute
|by Anonymous||reply 12||03/12/2019|
I’m the weed Harold should have brought for everyone else but didn’t since no one asked. I’m the real hero of this show and everyone knows it.
|by Anonymous||reply 13||03/12/2019|
I'm Maud Adams making my big screen debut!
|by Anonymous||reply 14||03/12/2019|
I'm the lasagna.
I'm like spaghetti and meatballs...all sorta flattened out.
Yes, I've been in the steam room.
|by Anonymous||reply 15||03/12/2019|
We’re the play’s references to Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck cut from the movie to avoid the wrath of Disney.
|by Anonymous||reply 16||03/12/2019|
I'm Harold's acne pimple that just popped.
|by Anonymous||reply 17||03/12/2019|
I'm the airplane that's the only place Michael ever really feels at home at.
|by Anonymous||reply 18||03/12/2019|
I’m the affordable and charming upper east side apartment.
|by Anonymous||reply 19||03/12/2019|
I thought you said you were 32 Harold ?
|by Anonymous||reply 20||03/12/2019|
I’m “The Films of Joan Crawford” book, that Harold reads while spewing bitchy remarks.
|by Anonymous||reply 21||03/12/2019|
I'm Lily Law.
|by Anonymous||reply 22||03/12/2019|
|by Anonymous||reply 23||03/12/2019|
I'm the 1969 A&M Records 33 rpm recording of The Boys in the Band my owner found on eBay. I was cheap - $12 shipped. I'm a lot wordier than the screenplay, more funny, my dialogue is more naturalistic and things make much more sense for my listener. Yes, the screenplay is a butchered mess and too dire.
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|by Anonymous||reply 25||03/12/2019|
I am the floor of the john
|by Anonymous||reply 26||03/12/2019|
I'm the mysterious lasagna that I wish I could have tried.
|by Anonymous||reply 27||03/12/2019|
I'm Tammy Grimes' electric bill. Phew, 1001 performances!
|by Anonymous||reply 28||03/12/2019|
I'm turning on.
|by Anonymous||reply 29||03/12/2019|
I'm Donald's Saturday night douche kit.
|by Anonymous||reply 30||03/12/2019|
I am smurks, smurks, terrible smurks
|by Anonymous||reply 31||03/12/2019|
I am icks. Terrible icks.
|by Anonymous||reply 32||03/12/2019|
I'm the game of telephone. I give everyone icks.
|by Anonymous||reply 33||03/12/2019|
There is one troll posting over and over in this thread
|by Anonymous||reply 34||03/12/2019|
I'm Cliff Gorman's hot heterosexually sculpted body disguised in a femme t shirt and short shorts.
|by Anonymous||reply 35||03/12/2019|
I'm the mincing look that Emory gives the hustlers over the very gay version of "Anything Goes".
|by Anonymous||reply 36||03/12/2019|
I’m Harold’s cosmetics and astringents, which are paid for; the bathroom, which is paid for; the tweezers, which are paid for; and the pills, which are paid for.
|by Anonymous||reply 37||03/12/2019|
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|by Anonymous||reply 39||03/12/2019|
I'm the bejeweled knee pads
|by Anonymous||reply 40||03/12/2019|
I’m the photograph of Michael in a silver frame, which he gives Harold, with the mysterious inscription, about which, when asked, Harold only says, “It’s just something personal.”
But I know what it says.
When author Crowley used to get drunk and hurt people, the next morning he would send them telegrams, with the message, “Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”
This was told me by Edward Zang, my former acting teacher at NYU Tisch, who understudied in the original production.
|by Anonymous||reply 41||03/12/2019|
Like many people Crowley could be vicious when drunk.
|by Anonymous||reply 42||03/12/2019|
I'm the impish curly-blond gum-smacking parking lot attendant that Donad tells, "keep the change." Va-va-va VOOM
|by Anonymous||reply 43||03/12/2019|
All the responses on here are LAME. I expected better from Datalounge. Shameful.
|by Anonymous||reply 44||03/12/2019|
I'm Elaine of Elaine's side-eying that lasagna.
|by Anonymous||reply 45||03/12/2019|
Resisted it all my life, and won’t watch it now.
It gives me the heebie-jeebies!
|by Anonymous||reply 46||03/12/2019|
I'm Alan's wife, sitting in the veranda waiting for Alan's call on the avocado telephone, VE 4-9972 . How are the girls, Alan? They're really something, those kids.
|by Anonymous||reply 47||03/12/2019|
|by Anonymous||reply 48||03/12/2019|
I'm Maria Montez.
|by Anonymous||reply 49||03/12/2019|
I'm the floor show, which, as you can see, is on the floor.
|by Anonymous||reply 50||03/12/2019|
Augh, R37, I wanted to be the pills. Polly pills. That’s me.
|by Anonymous||reply 51||03/12/2019|
I’m Heatwave by Martha and the Vandellas.
|by Anonymous||reply 52||03/12/2019|
I'm a queen doing a Bette Davis imitation.
|by Anonymous||reply 53||03/13/2019|
I'm Michael's hairdo, tortured forward.
|by Anonymous||reply 54||03/13/2019|
I’m Emory’s poodle who was not invited to the party. Just for that, I will leave a little present of my own that he and The African Queen will discover when they get back.
|by Anonymous||reply 55||03/13/2019|
I'm a card-carrying cunt.
|by Anonymous||reply 56||03/13/2019|
R56 wins. Thread closed.
|by Anonymous||reply 57||03/13/2019|
I'm the cracked crab!
|by Anonymous||reply 58||03/13/2019|
I’m the valium.
|by Anonymous||reply 59||03/13/2019|
I'm the air freshener that made the bathroom smell like someone threw up in a gardenia patch.
|by Anonymous||reply 60||03/13/2019|
I'm Laurence Luckinbill and I'm straight, believe it or not.
|by Anonymous||reply 61||03/13/2019|
I can vouch for that.
|by Anonymous||reply 62||03/13/2019|
I'm Control. Nowhere on the can does it say "hairspray."
|by Anonymous||reply 63||03/13/2019|
Eh, [R61] and [R62] ...
|by Anonymous||reply 64||03/13/2019|
You can call me Mary! You will anyway.
|by Anonymous||reply 65||03/13/2019|
I'm the combined smell of Aramis and Clearasil.
|by Anonymous||reply 66||03/13/2019|
I’m who you have to fuck to get a drink around here.
|by Anonymous||reply 67||03/13/2019|
I'm the colorful paper lanterns: "Oh, Mary, it takes a fairy to make something pretty." -- Emory
|by Anonymous||reply 68||03/13/2019|
I’m the Cinema Center Films logo. I’m also on [italic]A Boy Named Charlie Brown[/italic] as well as Doris Day’s last movie.
|by Anonymous||reply 69||03/13/2019|
[quote]I’m also on A Boy Named Charlie Brown as well as Doris Day’s last movie.
Last movie SO FAR, you mean.
|by Anonymous||reply 70||03/13/2019|
I'm the ascot
|by Anonymous||reply 71||03/14/2019|
I'm the sleezy hot garage attendant that Donald eventually blew.
|by Anonymous||reply 72||03/14/2019|
I'm the AIDS that eventually would take the lives of most of the cast.
|by Anonymous||reply 73||03/14/2019|
I'm the butchered copy used for tv airings, because prudish American society was totally freaked out by (*gasp*) homosexuality.
|by Anonymous||reply 74||03/14/2019|
I'm the slightly clueless young gay who had heard about this film being important for gays so downloaded it expecting perhaps a gay themed musical.
I was a bit taken aback.
|by Anonymous||reply 75||03/14/2019|
I'm Frederick Combs' perfectly sculpted ass. I am truly a work of art.
|by Anonymous||reply 76||03/14/2019|
I'm Michael's internalized homophobia which extends to hating his gay friends too, that's why he makes them play the cruel "telephone game."
|by Anonymous||reply 77||03/14/2019|
I'm Peter White, waiting with baited breath for THE call from Agnes Nixon.
|by Anonymous||reply 78||03/14/2019|
R76 I am Dominick Dunne desperately trying to fuck Frederick
|by Anonymous||reply 79||03/14/2019|
I'm Leonard Frey. The year after playing Harold in the movie of BITB, I would play a heterosexualist, Motel the tailor in the movie of "Fiddler on the Roof."
|by Anonymous||reply 80||03/14/2019|
And also a disgruntled night school student in an episode of "Mary Tyler Moore."
|by Anonymous||reply 81||03/14/2019|
Not just any night school, but the Ted Baxter's Famous Broadcasters School. Frey played the only student in a sea of empty chairs. Scene starts at 15:53.
|by Anonymous||reply 82||03/14/2019|
I'm the Tony-winning sequel.
|by Anonymous||reply 83||03/14/2019|
I'm the multi-line wall phone in the kitchen - that we discussed in some detail on one of our nuttier Boys In The Band multi-threads - leaving not a single stone unturned.
I am also the much turned stone.
|by Anonymous||reply 84||03/14/2019|
I am also the books they stole from Doubleday.
|by Anonymous||reply 85||03/14/2019|
I'm Denise Deluge.
|by Anonymous||reply 86||03/14/2019|
I'm just resting!
|by Anonymous||reply 87||03/14/2019|
I'm just ar-resting!
|by Anonymous||reply 88||03/14/2019|
I'm the actual sequel, "THE BOYS FROM THE BAND".
|by Anonymous||reply 89||03/14/2019|
I'm an uncredited Norman Alden as the truck driver who curses out Donald after Donald cuts me off in the Lincoln Tunnel in the intro.
|by Anonymous||reply 90||03/14/2019|
I'm not Harold. I'm FOR Harold.
|by Anonymous||reply 91||03/14/2019|
I’m Michael’s watch, so he can tell exactly how late people are for his party.
|by Anonymous||reply 92||03/14/2019|
The sequel is [italic] “The Boys from Brazil”, [/italic] r89.
|by Anonymous||reply 93||03/14/2019|
I had it on VHS tape, having found it in a bargain bin for 99¢.
|by Anonymous||reply 94||03/14/2019|
I'm one of those truly rotten Catholics who gets drunk, sins all night, and then goes to Mass the next morning.
|by Anonymous||reply 95||03/14/2019|
I'm Harold's tweezers all dirtied up after he has butchered his visage mercilessly. When will he learn to stop self-hating?
|by Anonymous||reply 96||03/14/2019|
I’m Life. I’m a goddamn laugh riot.
|by Anonymous||reply 97||03/14/2019|
I am Donald being late
|by Anonymous||reply 98||03/14/2019|
Sorry. The sequel is THE MEN FROM THE BOYS.
|by Anonymous||reply 99||03/14/2019|
R99 And you make The Boys in the Band look like Man and Superman.
|by Anonymous||reply 100||03/14/2019|
I’m the Church that Michael goes to midnight Mass, reeking of scotch liquor.
|by Anonymous||reply 101||03/14/2019|
I'm The MAKING of The Boys In the Band.
|by Anonymous||reply 102||03/14/2019|
I am Mart Crowley's dick, and according to Edmund White, I am "the largest he has ever seen".
|by Anonymous||reply 103||03/14/2019|
Talking of Mart Crowley. This wasn't online the last time we spoke about BITB>
|by Anonymous||reply 104||03/14/2019|
I'm the appalling claustrophobia that descends on the party like a fog and never dissipates until it all finishes.
|by Anonymous||reply 105||03/14/2019|
I'm Donald's inability to cope with some ice.
|by Anonymous||reply 106||03/14/2019|
Hello, Connie Casserole!
|by Anonymous||reply 107||03/14/2019|
I remind you all of a chicken wing.
And when you refer to me as such, I'm sure you'll mean it as a compliment.
|by Anonymous||reply 108||03/14/2019|
I'm the cast album.
I know someone here owns me.
|by Anonymous||reply 109||03/14/2019|
That would be me, R109, and I converted it to MP3. Is there somewhere I can upload it anonymously for The Boys in the DL?
|by Anonymous||reply 110||03/14/2019|
Right here, too.
I found it in a used record store.
Don't remember how much it was but it wasn't much. At the time, I had no idea it existed.
I burned it to 2 CDs and after it, I included some older music standards.
|by Anonymous||reply 111||03/14/2019|
I'm the "Peace Love 1968" chalk graffiti on the balcony wall.
|by Anonymous||reply 112||03/14/2019|
I'm the horrified 18 year old gay boy watching it for the first time in 1974.
|by Anonymous||reply 113||Last Friday at 12:26 PM|
I'm that dentist that Emory called. Dr. Delbert Something?
|by Anonymous||reply 114||Last Friday at 4:58 PM|
R114 - Botts. Dr. Delbert Botts.
|by Anonymous||reply 115||Last Friday at 5:15 PM|
I’m the 13 year old closeted mid-1990s gayling renting it from Blockbuster (along with [italic]Ruthless People[/italic]) because no other store in town had it, not even the locally owned one that had and rented out early John Waters films before they got slapped with NC-17 ratings. I was taken aback by it and didn’t know what to think until I rewatched it on DVD as an openly gay adult in the 2000s when I recognized it as a landmark of gay cinema and probably William Friedkin’s best work.
|by Anonymous||reply 116||Last Friday at 5:28 PM|
I'm the Blu-ray version of the movie.
I look down on all the shitty, color-faded VHS and Beta versions.
I spit on the Laserdisc version.
I even look down on the DVD version.
|by Anonymous||reply 117||Last Friday at 7:18 PM|
R113 I'm the dismayed 18 year old gay boy watching it for the first time in 1974. I found it rather ghastly (but for some unknown reason I found 'Staircase' rather moving).
|by Anonymous||reply 118||Last Friday at 9:37 PM|
I'm the wife with lockjaw.
|by Anonymous||reply 119||Last Friday at 10:25 PM|
I am the silky cravat tied jauntily around that one guy's neck. I remind you of Paul Lynde and Rip Taylor.
|by Anonymous||reply 120||Last Saturday at 12:35 AM|
I’m the sultry instrumental version of “The Look of Love” that plays over the end credits.
|by Anonymous||reply 121||Last Saturday at 7:46 AM|
"I am the silky cravat tied jauntily around that one guy's neck."
My name is Michael.
I am played by Kenneth Nelson.
I am the goddamn STAR of the movie.
|by Anonymous||reply 122||Last Saturday at 5:31 PM|
I'm Donald's VW Beetle convertible. I had Frederick Combs's perfect ass sitting on me longer than ANY of you.
|by Anonymous||reply 123||Last Sunday at 4:58 AM|
I am the game of movie star gin that nobody wants to play.
|by Anonymous||reply 124||Last Sunday at 7:01 AM|
I’m the geriatric Rockettes.
|by Anonymous||reply 125||Last Sunday at 7:10 AM|
R125: And I'm the fabulous Menstrations!
|by Anonymous||reply 126||Last Sunday at 7:50 AM|
I'm "A drumbeat and their eyes sparkle like Cartier's"
|by Anonymous||reply 127||Last Sunday at 8:05 AM|
I’m Dusty Springfield peeved that my version of “The Look Of Love” wasn’t used on the soundtrack when they also had Martha and the Vandellas.
|by Anonymous||reply 128||Last Sunday at 10:37 AM|
"I am the game of movie star gin that nobody wants to play."
You're too faggy for me.
|by Anonymous||reply 129||Last Monday at 8:52 AM|