Barbara Streisand took to the stage last night, a real Chatty Cathy. She talked about Domino’s Pizza, about the barn she is building, about Bush. And then she said, “And this is the last time…” The audience gasped – was she about to announce her retirement? “…that I will wear this black dress.” Laughter all round.
Alas, the vast price of tickets did not preclude being seated next to view-blocking steel railing, but did manage to spot Ben Stiller, David Hyde Pierce, and Kathy Griffin (on cell phone trying to get something for free), among other graying A gays. The stage was lit with an unearthly purple glow and consisted of three runways all illuminated like airport landing strips. And like a magnificent jumbo jet of charisma, Babs touched down and obligingly burst into song.
But then – a moment too soon – Il Divo came on stage. Awful bawling baritones with stale canned schtick. It was impossible not to think of Simon Cowell. They murdered “Evergreen” and served up “Beauty and The Beast.”
Why Barbara, why?
– Fenton Bailey