I'm so grateful to be onboard with the project's extraordinary team of producers, Kevin Mc Collum, Bob Cohen of Fox Stage Productions and David Furnish.It's a dream project.”READ "The Devil Wears Prada" in Development as Stage Musical.Tony winner Elton John (composer of Broadway’s The Lion King, Aida, and Billy Elliot) and Obie winner Paul Rudnick (I Hate Hamlet, Jeffrey, The Most Fabulous Story Ever Told) are collaborating on a Broadway musical version of the hit 2006 fashion-themed film The Devil Wears Prada, which co-starred Meryl Streep and Anne Hathaway.Based on Lauren Weisberger’s best-selling 2003 novel and the aforementioned Fox 2000 Pictures film, the new musical will feature music by John and book and lyrics by Rudnick.“This photo book is an awesome glimpse into the intimacy behind The Devil Wears Prada,” said the band’s Jeremy De Poyster.“It’s a stark contrast to our bright, silhouetting lights in a live environment where we try to place the focus on the music itself.
Yes, if only for the most telling and perhaps wisest omission.
In the annals of sexually-charged event cinema, ”Fifty Shades of Grey” barely lights a candle let alone combusts with unbridled forbidden passion.
So let’s just cut to the supposed heavy-panting stuff and get it over with, shall we?
Nothing comes close to Michael Douglas and Glenn Close humping on the kitchen sink in “Fatal Attraction” or Marlon Brando’s inventive use of butter with Maria Schneider in “The Last Tango in Paris.” Even those ejaculating dolphin fountains in “Showgirls” were steamier than what shows up in this tempered version of E. James’ S&M rewrite of “Beauty and the Beast.” That is, unless you wanted to learn how to re-purpose that peacock feather that has been lying around the house. I much prefer the one in “Ida,” Poland’s foreign-language Oscar contender, between a nun-in-training and a hot saxophone player (is there any other kind?
) than the hype-escalated glossy bedroom encounter between a lip-biting virgin with a 4.0 GPA and her control-freak billionaire in “Fifty Shades.” Despite the admirable efforts of Dakota Johnson, who happily has inherited much of mom Melanie Griffith’s minx-like mystique, and Jamie Dornan, who as acquaintances tell me played an incredibly attractive serial killer in the cult TV show “The Fall,” there is always a sense of every erotic moment being choreographed by committee.