Wow. That was really good. I’ve never seen the play. I’ve never read the script. The most meaningful thing I’ve ever read about Rent (Broadway, music, or movie) was at Ali’s blog. And today, finally, I had my play date with Dawn to go see the movie. And we did exactly what we were supposed to do: We cried and cried and cried. And laughed. And tapped various body parts to the beat. And we really enjoyed the story (even though we knew what to expect, just based on being media-consuming humans with brains), REALLY enjoyed the music, and I, now, have a non-sexual, I-must-cast-her-in-something-someday girlcrush on Idina Menzel. Dear GAWD! How could I live my life and not know who she is?

Oh, wait. I know. I live in Hollywood. That would cover most of the slip-up. But believe me, I will do what I can to put her in something I cast someday. Even though she’s repped by the official number-one assholiest agency in LA, I will do what it takes!

Okay, so now that I’ve seen the movie, none of the press about its controversial marketing tactics (selling it as a feel-good friend/romantic comedy musical romp through NY when it’s actually all about… no spoilers here… something else) bother me. It’s just a good movie. Great music. And a great way to cry in the middle of the afternoon on a Thursday when everything else is going just fine.