Mike Mariano

Being East Coast elitists, Andy and I were delighted when Woody Allen took some cheap shots at Andrew Lloyd Webber towards the end of Match Point.

I know Charles Taylor warned us against this, but the scenario was just so delicious! Jonathan Rhys-Meyers is trying to coax Emily Mortimer into seeing Lloyd Webber’s The Woman In White, and to do so he says, “Come on, you like his music.”

That’s not an observation—that’s an insult! And I instantly put it to use, throwing the accusation, “You like his music!” at anyone who would mention Lloyd Webber, in any context.

But now we learn that The Woman In White will close on Broadway very soon. I guess I can lob that insult at fewer people than I think.

Bonus Elitism: When they aren’t snickering at big budget musicals, Match Point’s characters are going crazy over The Motorcycle Diaries! Huh? And another hit snob film, Caché, features prominent movie posters for Open Water and Van Helsing. Rock on!

Apparently B.B. King has a dog named Lucille, too—and she’s missing!

What I found most interesting was the reward. If someone can find the canine Lucille, they will be rewarded with one of King’s Lucille guitars!

Unlike my fictional version of the man, the real-life B.B. King has his priorities straight. Puppies come first.

All right you terminally dull, New York-centered playwright/bloggers: how come none of you told me about DC actor Karl Miller’s weblog?

It’s good!