"Events that even Jackman was surprised by"? I don't know about that. As in his B'way show, he seemed pretty familiar with and prepared for the sequence of events.
Flew the red-eye last night and am now back home, weary and bleary. (Stayed long enough yesterday to take the silly but fun TMZ bus tour.) But I thought I should write down my thoughts and remembrances before they vanish into the air.
First off, the Dolby Theater is glittery and gorgeous. I'd never seen its interior before except, of course, on TV coverage of the Oscars. The stage is much wider than I'd imagined. I'm sure every B'way number had to be restaged somewhat for the larger space.
Random bits in no particular order:
It was pretty evident that Hugh and Richard Marx, whom Hugh affectionately calls "Ricardo," had a ball during their "Right Here Waiting for You" number. As per usual, Hugh was a bit fuzzy on the lyrics, and as their byplay grew more and more giddy, Hugh simply waited for Marx to sing a line, then Hugh would repeat it. That bit escalated to Marx's making up stuff to see if Hugh would repeat it. I lost it at the last such line, "I s**t the bed," which Hugh sang sweetly in repetition. Marx did intimate that "maybe there is just one thing you're not so great at.' Really funny.
After the "Singin' in the Rain" tap number, the three dancers spent what seemed to be an inordinate amount of time crouched down surrounding Hugh's lower regions. He quipped something akin to, "Ah, you're still down there kneeling in front of me. Well it IS my birthday." The place erupted in raucous laughter. It sounded like he added a quick, "Sorry, Deb." Naughty boy!
He said he didn't mind getting older, as it would open up new opportunities for him, such as deals with Viagra and Flomax. "Either way," he said, "I'll be unzipping my pants." We all howled with laughter--and I couldn't help imagining an appropriate visual. 'Nuff said.
A LES MIZ segment (it got a big hand at first mention) began with a clip from the movie featuring Russell Crowe's "false report" recitative and Hugh's response, which segued into his live rendition of "Who Am I?", masterfully done, less acted and more forcefully sung than in the movie, as befits a concert stage. It got a thunderous ovation, with many standing. He sheepishly asked the audience not to let Russell know about this clip (shown without his "permission"). I can't quite remember if it was here that he jocularly used the adjective "fu***ing" as a funny so-what brush-off to the need for Russell's permission. Another big laugh. I should have written it down right away. Other attendees: Do you remember the exact context? It was like being present during guy-talk; you could tell he was looser and more freewheeling here among his peers and friends.
He saw a guy in the audience drinking what appeared to be a beer with ice. "Beer with ice?", he said. "I've never seen that." He was thirsty enough to sample it and took a sip. (I'm sure it came it handy, as he was working up a sweat, very visible from my front row seat.)
He made numerous and repeated shout-outs to Fox studio honchos and his publicity people, of whom Hugh seems genuinely fond. He even picked the 88-year-old father of his PR guy, Alan Nierob, as his "Fever" victim. I had a feeling he was kind of a stand-in for Hugh's own dad. It was a funny and sweet segment.
He called Deb "the funniest woman alive." At one point, some female voices from way, high up shouted out, "We love Deb." Without missing a beat, Hugh promptly retorted, "Not as much as me!" (Of course, that should have been "I," not "me," but we got the message.
The "L-O-V-E" segment had some different visuals to accompany the song, though many were the same as those in the B'way incarnation. The first one shown, for example, was a shot of the Dolby interior.
I was surprised that he didn't do "Once Before I Go." The next day we were chatting with one of the musicians, who said they had indeed rehearsed OBIG and planned to include it, but because the show was running so long with a lengthy auction to follow, after which Hugh had to catch his Beijing-bound jet, they decided to cut it. Aw.
When Hugh failed to catch the twirled umbrella during "Singin' in the Rain" and it rolled down into the pre-pit area (a guy threw it back to him--and he missed that, too, LOL), I immediately thought he'd be thinking about that later during the cane twirl in "Sing Sing Sing" and the same thing might reoccur. It did. But nobody cared because he was so charming (as usual) in the aftermath, making light quips about the oops moments. With only a couple of rehearsals, very understandable. But I especially love when things goof up because he's so ingratiating in handling those situations--and I think it makes the shows more memorable.
For almost a decade I've been wondering why Hugh abandoned his CD project with Richard Marx. Last night, he finally revealed the reason. After performances of THE BOY FROM OZ, Hugh would head to the studio to work on the CD. (He must have been exhausted, after performing those 20-odd songs each night.) During their recording of the song "Smile," the first line of which Hugh sang sweetly on stage Saturday evening, Marx asked if he could do it more "this way," meaning less in musical-theater style and more soul-infused pop. Marx demonstrated what he meant. His version was more melismatic, or whatever the term is for using several notes to convey a single syllable, When Hugh heard Marx sing it he said, "My version's s**t; I'd want to hear yours instead." So he never completed the CD. I still say that was a shame. There is more than one way to interpret a song; think of how many different versions there are of popular songs. But that ship, unfortunately, has sailed. At least they formed a fast and solid "brotherly" friendship from the experience.
The Peter Allen segment was more an homage than the usual embodiment of Peter, which was fine enough. No surprise pop-up in the box, no Hawaiian shirt, no gold lame pants. My theory was that maybe he preferred not to camp it up too much in front of the industry professionals. In any case, he conveyed the songs well. After singing the "...between the moon and New York City" line from "The Best That You Can Do," he addressed co-lyricist (with Peter) Carole Bayer Sager in the audience: "That was Peter's one line, wasn't it?"
I didn't recognize Cybill Shepherd at first. When Hugh went into the audience at the start of "Fever," she leapt out of her seat, clutched Hugh in a bear hug and wouldn't let go! He really had to work at extricating himself from her iron grip. I was concerned until I realized she not some dotty fan but the former star of THE LAST PICTURE SHOW.
The specifics of the auction were already enumerated in publications and various posts. What I especially liked about it was that he conducted it with his shirt wide open, chest hairs very much in evidence peeking out of his top of his undershirt.
When the giant "cake" was wheeled out at the end, I was wondering if anyone would pop out--maybe a scantily clad nymphet? No, but Jim Gianopulos, head of Fox Filmed Entertainment did appear. From my vantage point, I didn't know whether he was supposed to be perceived as emerging from behind or from the cake, LOL. Walking out from the wings, he turned out to be the rumored second "special guest" He praised Hugh, who showed a photo on screen of JG's visage on a current Greek postage stamp. Hugh joked that it's a 3-cent stamp.
Under every seat in the huge Dolby auditorium were a cardboard Wolverine claw to be used as a bidding paddle at the evening's end as well as a tiny cupcake in a box with this inscription on top: "Please Save for Hugh's Birthday Moment at the End of the Show." Deb joined Hugh, JG, et. al. on stage for the big finish, as we all sang Happy Birthday to Hugh.
One of the best aspects of events like this is the chance to reconnect with old friends. Some of us got together for drinks and breakfast and laughed over old times. Great to see you all, whether just at the event or while breaking bread.
Also very much enjoyed chatting with the sweet-natured Olive, Nate and Paul, who once again flew in all the way from the Outback. So glad they did. Lovely, lovely people.
I'm probably forgetting stuff, but I'm really fatigued and my inelegant prose bears that out. Signing off!
Ellen