B. Coop As The Elephant Man
I went to Williamstown, MA a couple of weekends ago, because every now and again I like to trade in my nightly routine of getting drunk in my underwear on my couch for getting drunk in my swim panties on a patch of grass in the country somewhere. And I also went, because my gay gene compelled me to see a Sharon Tate-ized Leslie Bibb as a bimbo in a Neil Simon play. While I was there, some goat-footed, wheezy old theater queens (aka me in five years) in the lobby kept slobbering on and on about how Bradley Cooper has been a revelation during rehearsals for The Elephant Man. Then they said something about how B. Coop is only wearing old-timey chonies for a small chunk of the play. That was all I needed to hear to run to the box office and say, “One ticket for next week’s opening night of The Elephant Mens, please.” A bunch of whores had the same idea as me, because I was denied a ticket and told the entire run sold out in a quick second. Boo.
Well, now I’m really booing at not getting a ticket, because here’s some pictures of B. Coop pushing out some serious raw emotions in The Elephant Man and I need to see all this WTF-ness live and in motion. The dude who plays Joseph Merrick in The Elephant Man never wears prosthetics, because the playwright Bernard Pomerance wanted everything to be communicated through physical acting stuff. But I think Bernard Pomerance was a future see-er and just really wanted the world to see B. Coop making an “Andy Cohen rocking out to Journey” face, among many others. Just give B. Coop all the Tonys already.
Bonus: Here’s a picture of Bowie in a loin cloth as Merrick.
