Chicago’s Museum of Broadcast Communications (MBC) just can’t seem to get built. Founded in 1987 and one of only three broadcast museums in the country, MBC left its longtime home at the Chicago Cultural Center in 2003 in preparation for moving into swanky new digs next to Marina City. And then the construction funding problems started.
Just how far is the City of Chicago willing to sell itself out to movie filming? A closed street here and there to accommodate a movie shoot is one thing. Allowing a studio to close almost every single bridge between the Loop and the Near North Side on a Friday evening is something else entirely. Thanks, Mayor Daley–and Vince Vaughn, too.
A last-minute substitution brings Mariza, Portugal’s most celebrated contemporary fadista, or fado singer, to Millennium Park’s Pritzker Pavilion tomorrow evening to sing with the Grant Park Symphony Orchestra. Enormous Lusophile that I am, as I write this, I’m still attempting to lift my jaw off the soalho.
If the Gay Games VII organizers hadn’t refrained from taking a pig-blood stained bow after Saturday night’s disastrous opening ceremony, I would have sworn I was back sitting in the last row of the ill-fated Carrie: The Musical, Broadway’s most infamous flop. Bad choreography, poor staging, cheap costumes, and an urge to take things too seriously plagued both alleged entertainments. But at least with Carrie, I got to leave before my butt fell asleep, in less than the four hours it took for the slow-motion car wreck of the opening ceremony to finish crashing.
Last week I submitted a review of the Art Institute’s Gene Siskel Film Center to the sage scribes of CenterStage Chicago. Today, the CenterStage Eds told me I was chosen Review of the Week, for being last week’s most ‘insider-tip-filled’ review.