[For the last few years my Cuzzins and spouses have gathered at the Ogunquit Playhouse in Maine to reminisce about growing up on Post Island, a small community just south of Boston where there’s a very active Silverback presence in the beachfront Jungle.
This year’s gathering was a little more poignant than past years, because … let’s face it … we’re not getting younger. ‘Nuff said.
After a lunch that was equal parts, catch-up, nostalgia, and bellyaching, we went to see the show. This year’s offering was Cher, a musical dramatization of the singer who became popular in the 1960s and who evolved into a notable sex symbol and fashion icon.
Cher is hardly the first entertainer to use elaborate costuming to distract from less-than-overwhelming talent, but she has been successful in distracting and amusing us for over half a century, and for that we owe her a double-thump and some enthusiastic oo-oos.
The show itself was great fun and an even more perfect distraction from the realities of life. Big thank-you to Silverbelle Marti for setting this up. She will always be Silverbabe Gidget in the eyes of her Cuzzins. SB SM]
This MTV era send-up shows Cher driving an entire Battleship of horny sailors apeshit.