  You heard it here first: It's the new camp classic of the summer. All the elements are there: a bitchy Paul Rudnick script that's retains the suspense, scenery-chewing performances (especially by Glenn Close and Roger Bart), creepy perfection in the costumes (how much do we love Ann Roth? ) and art direction (Peter Rogness, of "Catch Me If You Can" fame). I thought we'd have a dozen Achilles at every costume party, but I swear if there aren't roving bands of Stepford Wives all over the West Village come October 31st, I'll eat 5,000 perfectly frosted cupcakes (I probably will anyway).
I'm dying to see this again in a house full of queens. I was laughing at stuff last night's mostly straight sneak preview audience didn't seem to get, but urlLink my people will (for instance, as our protagonists get off the freeway on their exodus from Manhattan to Stepford, the shot of the offramp shows two huge signs screaming "Wrong Way"). Plus, there's a little gay subplot. Paul Rudnick, please marry me (or, at the very least, write me an Off-Broadway show).
And how? How did I manage to sneak into this exclusive sneak preview? I can't tell you urlLink who took me . urlLink He's intensely private and I don't wanna blow urlLink his cover . But let me just say urlLink he's a fucking riot and urlLink he can knock back the booze with the best of them (me being the best of them).
I had a great time even though I've never referred to anyone as "bro" and that I had to spend several unsuccessful minutes trying to explain who urlLink Jennifer Holiday . So thanks urlLink Mr. Anonymous . And expect to see your very first Broadway show, very, very soon. And now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get some golden blonde highlights. 
