Friday, February 19, 2016

LIZ SMITH: "The Deadpool" with Ryan Reynolds and Lady Gaga and the Big V.

Down for everything — Gaga, with Marina Abramovic and Vinoodh Matadin, at V Magazine's special Fashion Week celebration in her honor. Photo: Matteo Prandoni/
by Liz Smith

Okay, Everybody Into "The Deadpool" with Ryan Reynolds! ... Lady Gaga and the Big V. (V, the magazine, you perverts!)

"I'D WALK through fire for my daughter. Well, not fire, because it's dangerous. But a super humid room. But not too humid, because ... my hair."

That's one of actor Ryan Reynold's real-life, really sick and silly tweets he sometimes sends out. This tweet, and a few others — even more off-the-wall- were included in the Men's Health magazine's big profile of Reynolds, on newsstands now. You can't miss it, because Ryan is on both the front and back covers of the magazine.

I've always liked Ryan Reynolds, who has been acting since his teenage years (He began in the Canadian TV series "Fifteen.") You can't really tell that much about actors from their interviews, because, well — they're actors. The mask never truly falls.

Reynolds, to me, however, seemed genuine and funny and I've thought he was a fairly underrated actor — maybe too many silly comedies or inappropriate comic book heroes? Maybe too sexy and good-looking?

In any case, I took in Ryan's new one, "Deadpool" another comic book character, but one with whom I am completely unfamiliar. Not that I find it easy to keep abreast of the ones I know even tangentially — the movie franchises and re-boots have become bigger, more complicated, back and forth, new characters, old characters re-imagined or re-cast, now they're friends, now they're enemies. I attempt to relate to each film as a singular experience, because I am no fan-boy of the genre. D.C., Marvel or whatever, it's all the same pair of tights to me.
Reynolds on the set of "Deadpool."
But "Deadpool" which is a massive hit, is, let me assure you, like no comic-book-based movie you have ever seen before. Heads up — this is for adults. Don't bring the kids. Unless they are reasonably sophisticated and watch HBO and Showtime. Hey, you're the parent. You decide.
As I said — this is for adults.
The movie concerns itself with Wade Wilson (Ryan Reynolds) a rather ruthless mercenary, who is diagnosed with cancer, given some ghoulish "cures" which leave him spectacularly and gruesomely disfigured. He then turns himself into Deadpool — a man with a mission to seek revenge on the person responsible for his appearance. (The horrible experiments on Wade/Deadpool have given him a superpower, natch. Although it can hardly make up for his beautiful face being destroyed.)
Ryan Reynolds as Deadpool.
"Deadpool" is six movies in one — it's comic, tragic, satiric, sadistic, romantic, action/adventure and laugh-out-loud funny. (Again, be warned, the humor is almost invariably vulgar and not politically correct.) It's so dark, it's almost pitch black, but Ryan Reynolds, in what I think is the performance of his career, pulls something fabulously twisted from every single moment.
The rest of the cast — Karan Soni, Ed Skrein, Michael Benyaer, Stefan Kapicic — are terrific, but "Deadpool" is Ryan Reynolds' triumph. I would not be surprised to see him up for an Oscar next year. Yes — that good. This is also the directorial debut of Tim Miller. I don't know what's next on his plate, but he has certainly loaded it up as the jump-start to his feature film career. "Dealpool" is a delicious, monstrous groaning buffet of a movie; the sensible part of you wants to stop eating, the other part encourages you to take off your clothes and leap into the damn thing!
V MAGAZINE pulled off the coup of New York Fashion Week by luring the one and only Lady Gaga to a rather intimate party at Manhattan's fabled Rainbow Room. The magazine's head guy, Stephen Gan, gathered lots of stylists, designers, fashion assistants and photographers, and somehow kept the flow. Nobody waiting interminably for a drink or a bite to eat and people could even hear each other speak, while keeping a normal conversational tone. All that, in itself, would have made the event successful. And then Lady G. — who has a long history with the publication — came in. No fuss, no attitude, no overbearing security. In fact, if it wasn't for the orange hair she is still sporting, left over from her Grammy tribute to David Bowie, she might have gone unnoticed.
Stephen Gan, Lady Gaga, and Carine Roitfeld.
She mingled and chatted, and even found somebody with whom she once shared an acting teacher, Alan Langdon of Circle in the Square Theater. Told by student Doug Middlebrook that Langdon had been very proud of Gaga's Golden Globe win for "American Horror Story" she said with real emotion: "I love him! He's the most wonderful man. I'll email him tomorrow."

And then of course, she sang. Five standards, exquisitely performed with a small band. Her rendition of "Call Me Irresponsible" provoked whistles, stomps, shouts of "brava" and general minor hysteria.
Gaga performs ...
After her set, just before she was about to leave, PR guy deluxe — and major Gaga fan — Scott Gorenstein requested a photo. Smiling sweetly, the Lady said: "Forgive me, I've been here for a while and, then the singing. I don't look so good at this point, can we not?"

Scott replied: "That's fine. I love you. We all love you." I guess those were the magic words. Gaga livened up: "Ah, since you love me, let's do it." And so they did.
Gorenstein and Gaga.

Liz Smith is still recuperating. Denis Ferrara is still pinch-hitting.

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