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So Robert De Niro and Marisa Tomei gained weight for their movie roles. Big deal. Comet – no last name, please – easily can one-up them. The 9-year-old had his luxurious blond mane snipped and dyed murky brown, perfected a limp and convinced the casting director that he could play a 1-year-old in the new comedy “Fluke.” Oh, did we mention that Comet is a dog?
If you like actors mingling in the audience and cajoling you to dance with them, then “Song of Singapore” is just the play for you. But if you prefer that actors remain on stage and don’t touch the ticket holders, you’ll want to skip the latest interactive play to hit Chicago. “Song of Singapore” – which opened Monday night at the Pipers Alley Entertainment Complex – isn’t nearly as obnoxious as the preternaturally successful “Tony ‘n’ Tina’s Wedding,” which still is running at Pipers Alley in a theater next door.
At the beginning of “Picture Bride,” a 16-year-old girl living in Tokyo is shown a picture of a handsome Japanese man who has immigrated to Hawaii. Along with the photograph, he has sent a beautiful, poetic letter that doesn’t win her heart so much as it promises her a better life than what she has now. She sends back her picture, and the two agree to marry.
Illinois filmmaker Robert Hicks has a resume that reads like a movie script. The 24-year-old writer and director of “The Glass Chain” (now playing at the Elgin Fox Theatres in Elgin) got his show business start as a soprano in a Chicago Symphony Orchestra chorus when he was 10. By the time his voice changed in 1984, he had sung solos on three Grammy-winning albums.
“After I graduated (from Columbia University with a degree in economics), I got a job as a budget analyst,” said Mario Van Peebles. “I wanted to get into films, so I quit my job and modeled. I was at this Calvin Klein go-see where all these beautiful models were in the waiting room – Iman, (Dutch-Japanese model) Arianne, my sister. . . And (the bookers) saw everyone but me. I was like, `Ah, saving the best for last.’ And then, click, the lights went out, literally, and the lady said they would never use a black model. And what she really meant was they’d never use a black male model. Until then, I had never really seen color.”
This is the first time I’ve ever prefaced a film review with this tip: Trim your nails before going to see “Ride For Your Life.” The interactive film is boring to watch but fun to participate in.