
“I’m tv. They’re movies.”

Or tv, for that matter. What I love about episodic television is that it brings plays into my home weekly. Neil Patrick Harris is on a clever little show called How I Met Your Mother. He and his colleagues must learn a new play every week for 26 weeks (or so). They have to not only enact the specific episode, but be aware of character development over time.
Sure theater actors perform live, but that’s not so difficult. So do classical musicians, opera performers, and rock stars.
The Billie Elliot kids were genuinely charming.

I liked NPH's 11:00 number at 11:03, but then I’m a Neil Patrick Harris fan. I think he did a good job as host. I loved his Dr. Horrible, where we got to see him sing and dance, and if it ever comes to Broadway, well, I’d go to see him.

(Tony photos Sara Krulwich/New York Times)
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