I slept poorly last night, had the worst nightmare. My all-time-forever movie crush Christopher Plummer had morphed into STEPHEN MOYER and . . . omigod . . . what is wrong with you, Julie Andrews, you silver-voiced gamine? Your hair! It’s growing like a Chrissy doll! Your skin, your gorgeous Teutonic alabaster complexion–it looks like somebody attacked you with a can of Banana Boat Self-Tanner. You look like some sort of country singer, or American Idol contestant. Everything’s wrong. Terrifying! Run for the Alps!
When I woke, I thought: whew! Glad that nightmare is over.
Or is it?
Coming December 5, y’all. Carrie Underwood as Maria von Trapp. Costume challenge: how will she get all that hair under a wimple?
Next up: Reba McIntyre IS Evita. What other productions can we expect, now that iconic musicals are up for grabs?