I Don't Remember Eating the Lightning, But I'm Sure Crapping Thunder Now: Rocky: Das Musical Trailer
I don't care how many times I watch this trailer. A Broadway musical based on the original Rocky is so terribly awesome that it only gets more painful and more incredible with every viewing. Because if there was anything that the saga of one Mr. Balboa was missing, it was song and dance.
Here's the trailer, complete with the Italian Stallion himself pontificating on the project:
Oh sweet zombie Jesus with a chainsaw, can we just scrap the idea of making it follow the plot of the first movie and make it a tale of all of the movies. I would pay money to go see a musical rendition of "If he dies, he dies." And Mr. T predicting pain a capella? I'm there.
And let's not forget the sheer camp majesty of Eye of the Tiger. That's a mandatory inclusion. Actually come to think of it, I think every song in the entire musical should be the actors singing this:
It's the eye of the tiger
mmm, mmm ma ma
na na na na na RIVAL!
da daa mmm na ma
mmm mm, THE EYE OF THE TIGER!
And every once and a while, someone will scream "Adrian!" or throw a punch. Which is three-fourths of what I remember about the films other than the homoerotic knee socks:
Pajiba Love Express
Here's some Daveed Diggs for you. On Daveed Diggs' digs, actually. That man does things with clothes that should not make sense, but are absolutely perfect. (Go Fug Yourself)
Woody Allen has "so moved on" from his daughter's accusations and says he never even thinks about it. He equates her words about him to a bad review he won't read and comments on how wacky it is that Mia Farrow is his mother-in-law. He is the worst. (Celebitchy)
Not The Worst but still very gross: Leonardo DiCaprio and his
Here are 5 under-the-radar shows. I had never even heard of the first two. (Uproxx)