An Evening with Morty and Moonstruck

Last night, I spent the evening with one of my best friends, Morty. Taking advantage of the Indian Summer-like weather, we headed over to Tasti D-Lite for dessert.

Sweet Treat: Tasti D-Lite, the perfect post-op outing

The outing was doubly delightful for me, as it was one of my first since bunion removal foot surgery on Friday. Along with discovering the pain-fighting prowess of Vicodin, I’ve learned there are many women who have undergone this procedure and understandably so. As the get well card from one of them -- my fabulous sister-in-law -- says, with the right shoes, you can do anything.

Over some delicious cookies ‘n’ cream frozen yogurt, Morty and I questioned whether Tasti D is really fat free and I informed him that we were sitting in front of the same location that Charlotte and Harry visited in the final season of “Sex and The City.” SATC was on my mind, having watched the movie the night before and been delighted to find that it held up for a fourth viewing.

Back at my place, we filled in a major gap in our 80’s film repertoire and watched “Moonstruck.” The 1987 romantic comedy that garnered Cher an Academy Award charmed both of us and had us laughing at how big hair was held up as a glamour benchmark back then.

Speaking of movies, there’s no better Rx for a post-op pick-me-up. As I indulge the couch potato in me, I welcome suggestions for films to add to my Netflix queue. What are some of your favorites? Post a comment here. A little cinematic distraction goes a long way -- as I found while I was smiling (and, at times, crying) my way through SATC all over again.

Young Frankenstein And An SATC Sighting

Last night, my friend Cindy and I went to see “Young Frankenstein.” On my way to meet Cindy in Times Square, I noticed a gaggle of photographers in front of a neighboring theater. Upon poking my head in the crowd, I caught a glimpse of the lovely Cynthia Nixon (Miranda on “Sex and the City”) heading in to the premiere of the new Frank Langella play, “A Man For All Seasons.”

Cynthia Nixon arrives at opening night of "A Man For All Seasons"

(photo: Getty images)

The celebrity sighting – coming just a few days after exchanging smiles with Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes at Il Cantinori – made me smile. So did the usher who informed me and Cindy that our seats would be upgraded since the theater wasn’t at full capacity.

“Young Frankenstein,” a musical remake of the 1974 film, gets off to a rollicking start with a pair of lively song and dance numbers, one of which introduces lead Roger Bart (Frederick Frankenstein) during a clever ode to his fascination with the brain. The hand of legendary Mel Brooks is unmistakable here, with his signature slapstick comedy and ribald humor very much at play.

Roger Bart and Christopher Fitzgerald hamming it up in "Young Frankenstein"

Unfortunately, Brooks’ uneven script is weighed down by many moments that fall flat. And the show is so overloaded with double entendres -- a housekeeper sings about being “plowed” by her “farmer,” a hay ride that’s about a roll in the hay, you get the picture -- it almost seems like Brooks is trying too hard to get a laugh.

Thankfully, Roger Bart does an admirable job of rising above the thin material he’s given to work with. The Broadway veteran and former “Desperate Housewives” star (he played scheming pharmacist George) performs the show’s funniest moments with perfect comedic timing and irresistible charm. Beth Leveal (Frau Blucher) and Christopher Fitzgerald (Igor) are equally entertaining as Dr. Frankenstein’s high-strung sidekicks in scientific experimentation.

“Young Frankenstein” is far from being Brooks’ best work, but it delivers enough laughs to be considered a decent night at the theater. And, having never seen the film, it‘s given me another title to add to my NetFlix list.