When I first saw the film Hedwig & the Angry Inch, I jokingly wrote to a friend that I wish I had thought of all this hilarity, and then I left it at that. Some time later I spent a month away from home and somehow ended up playing the cast recording with NPH on a loop wherever I was going and mentally giving the finger to everything I was unhappy with in my very own wicked little town. But aren’t we all, honey? So I have spent basically the entirety of this year so far with Ms Hedwig, channelling my own anger and cursing out all the Tommys of the world, and I’m happy to announce that now I can watch the “Midnight Radio” scene in the film without crying, so that’s progress, I guess.
But I digress. In any case, it was high time I read the play as well, as much as there is one play. I read the 2014 edition, which is revised for the Belasco Theatre, but then again, the foreword also notes that it should be regarded as the transcript of one night of the current run, which makes it extra pleasurable, and I totally understand why people go back to see it several times, with different Hedwigs. I practically know most of the text by heart by now, but the new jokes made me weep with joy – or as the queen herself would put it, I laugh, because I will cry if I don’t. Of course, the book of a musical can hardly compare to “the real thing” (especially when “the real thing” has such deities in it as John Cameron Mitchell/NPH/Darren Criss, ugh, stop it, gents, stop it, and also because they are ad-libbing liberally), but it’s still a lot of fun.
For a bit I thought Hedwig was a Marmite kind of show, but then again, it’s probably not, and I’m not just talking about the universal nature of the stories serving as inspiration, from Plato’s Symposium and the Gospel of Thomas (excepts are included in the new edition, well done), but also the bottom line of the story, being “This is not necessarily who I wanted to be, but alas, this is what I have to work with now.” I, for one, can certainly sympathize with this and thus Hedwig has also gained a prime spot on my “this is what I am (now)” list. In any case, I certainly urge you to see the movie, at least, and laugh, and cry, and – what is probably the most important – rock out.