Showing posts with label peter pan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peter pan. Show all posts

Friday, October 2, 2009

DUMBO is DUMB


Are you crying right now? I am. Poor Dumbo. No one could ruin the heart-break and charm of this classic Disney movie. Except New York City realtors.

Yes those devil-worshiping leeches were trying to gentrify a perfectly good neighborhood known as Fulton Landing for a long long time and in 1978 New Yorkers caught on. In an effort to deter developers they started referring to their neighborhood as Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass (D.U.M.B.O.). So there developers and real estate agents! Try to sell this neighborhood to anyone but bridge trolls!

Wait, what's that? You aren't deterred at all? And you made the neighborhood look like a mini financial district? Because bridge trolls run Wall St? Drats.

Apparently Jerry Seinfeld has said that the real name of the 'hood is "Down Under Manhattan Bridge" but that the locals added the "O" so that they wouldn't be living in "DUMB." Well I'm sorry Fulton Landing residents, it is dumb. I'm gonna go start a petition to get you your old name back. Not because of you, but because it's what Dumbo would have wanted.
It's because of stuff like this that Peter Pan left New York City.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Longest Line Ever for Marionette Show


Special thanks to our guest blogger David Perrin for so beautifully capturing this event:

Recently I spotted a really long line in Central Park. I'm used to standing on long lines for clubs and restaurants and Trader Joe's. But this line got me really excited because it led right up to the Swedish Cottage.

The Cottage has the oldest Marionette Theatre in America (that I could find). It was originally built as Sweden's exhibit for the 1876 Centiennial Expo in Philly, after which Fred Olmsted (hot urban designer that he was) moved it here to CP to function as a bathroom and cafeteria. The Marionette Theatre seats a capacity of 100 (three-yr old sized humans) so I'm not sure how the 5,614 people camped out on this this footpath were all going to get in. Rumor has it that a gaggle of 12 year olds were drugged by their parents and dragged here to sleep overnight on the sidewalk to be among the lucky ticket holders for Peter Pan the next morning.


I was somewhat perplexed by the current fascination in woody Peter and his stringy friends since the current production has been going since last October. The few drowsy line-waiters that I polled told me that waiting on this line is something every interesting NY'er should do before they move on to Minneapolis or Santa Fe.

Notice in this picture the ironic flute player serenading the woozy marionette fans. When I asked the Park Ranger about his beat he said he was supposed to be convincing people that Anne Hathaway was more interesting in 12th Night than Wendy Darling ever would be. As you can tell he was having no luck, not even when he tried an impromptu reading from the 12th Night script, because no one on line would even look at him.

Turns out that everyone was disappointed this particular day because the actor playing Peter went awol, snipped his strings and disappeared from his sleeping quarters. The note he left read, "I'm going to see the real Neverland that Michael built because it will soon be as overrun and as spoiled as Graceland. Besides I need to do more character research on kids who don't want to grow up - I'm beginning to sound a bit like Daniel Radcliffe in my role (yuck). And the Lost Boys are really pissing me off. I need a break. Back before Saturday. Signed, big Peter."
 

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