This blog is dedicated

This blog is dedicated to Nancy, who gets it.

Meryl Streep


Merrrrrrrrrrrrryl!

What can you NOT do, Ms. Streep? I owned the soundtrack for Death Becomes Her (on cassette!) because of your number at the beginning. Weren't you doing a musical version of Sweet Bird Of Youth in that flick? And you sang in Postcards From The Edge...a Ray Charles song and newly written honky-tonk ballad, no less. And I heard you belt it out live as Mother Courage at Shakespeare in the Park. THEN came MammaMia!

"Her singing." quoteth my roommate, very gravely. Michael Musto said she should "Stop singing!" And if you watch it in the movie (as opposed to listening to the cavernous echo of the CD soundtrack), "The Winner Takes It All" ends up being a sweepingly epic screech-a-thon. Really watch and listen to her. When Letterman showed a clip from it on his show, the studio audience barely applauded. It's bad. Overwrought and awkward at the same time. And she hooooooooooooooowwwwwls! 

Deafening. 

And raw.