The movie version of “Rent” tentatively opens in one year. (Well, a year from yesterday.)
I bought the “Rent” album during my first year of law school, before I ever saw the show, and I fell in love with it. For a year it was almost the only thing I listened to in my car. A few months after buying the album, I finally saw the show. I got to the theater at 7:00 in the morning to wait on line (this was before they started the lottery; the tickets for the first two rows went to the first 30 or so people on line). I waited all day, made some friends, and saw the show — and it turned out that both Anthony Rapp and Adam Pascal were out sick. I was disappointed (I’d especially wanted to see Anthony Rapp), but it was still great to finally see this show I’d listened to for months.
I wonder if the movie will be any good.
Yet another lawyer? It seems like every time I turn around, I find that another writer I read is a lawyer or went to law school. I guess it makes sense. It’s like the postal worker who takes walks on his days off.
I’m glad (I think) to hear about Rent. I listened to it in school, too. And after. I just this week shared it with my partner – he’d never heard it before. And I hadn’t listened to it in a while, so it was like revisiting an old friend. I was somewhat surprised to suddenly find myself crying as I listened. And it wasn’t just a little tear that I was able to ignore. I mean, I cried.
I’m still not sure if it was because of the music or because a particular person I used to listen to it with is no longer here.
Chris Columbus (Home Alone, Harry Potter) directing Rent scares the hell out of me. Fags and dykes, drug use, people dying of AIDS – unusual stuff for a man with a laundry list of “family” films. Although, if Spielberg can pull off Schindler’s List, maybe this one won’t be so bad. Thank God they’ve cast Rosario Dawson instead of Daphne Rubin Vega – that girl was looking tired!