Every gay/musical/broadway/Babs nerve in my body is quivering just thinking about a Barbra Streisand GYPSY! I’m vaklempt! Talk amongst yourselves! Here, I’ll give you a topic: The Holy Roman Empire. It wasn’t holy, it wasn’t Roman, and it wasn’t an empire. Discuss!
Fifteen years have gone by since the Barbra Streisand’s last serious directing credit (”The Mirror Has Two Faces“), so you might imagine that filmmaking was simply a phase she’d outgrown. Remember though, we are talking about a woman who has an entire fake store full of dolls in her basement. So for better or worse, Babs is back in action, determined to overthink and overact in a brand-new adaptation of “Gypsy,” the award-winning Sondheim musical inspired by the memoir of notorious burlesque queen Gypsy Rose Lee. Who cares what Warner Brothers says — haven’t they seen this woman’s barn? Her chickens lay green eggs. You don’t mess with the Streisand.
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