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Im a Tony Awards voter.
If you know me asNew Yorks theater critic, this isnt particularly strange or hilarious.
But if you know me in person, it is.
confirming them as My Final Answer.
This year brought awildly varied slate of nominations, rendering comparisons even more odious than usual.
So much for #KEEPTHESECRETS.
(We generally dont spend enough time picking apart the difference between the two.)
And thats great!I ravedabout Marianne Elliotts stark, majestic production of Tony Kushners incomparable epic.
It feels rejuvenating and sometimes even rebellious.
For me, laughter is often the sharpest weapon.
Leonardo DiCaprio had to crawl through frozen mud and eat raw bison liver before wed give him an Oscar.
(Best at what?
At home decor?)
Slaters performance both lives up to and buoys the exuberantly overstuffed Technicolor universe hes nightly living in.
And this is his Broadway debut, at 26.
Hes killing it up there, and I like what a win would do for his absorbent young career.
Under James McDonalds meticulous direction, none ofThe Childrens triple-threat ensemble overplayed a note.
And shine she did.
In the midst of these critical moments, their daughter calls.
She cant figure out how to install her washing machine.
As Findlay spoke gently into the phone, she balanced the mortal and the mundane.
Watching her navigate the devastatingly short distance between the two still gnaws at my heart.
Honestly, I agonized over the design awards.
(Correction: am still agonizing I still have a few hours before I have to submit this ballot.
This could all change!
What about that?!)
Again, so many apples to compare to oranges.
Or more like apples and monster trucks.
But for me theyre inextricably bound up with Finn Ross and Ash Woodwards mind-blowing projection design.
Frankly, choosing between the two hurts.
