Does Lea Michele Deserve a Comeback?

Everything we can’t stop loving, hating, and thinking about this week in pop culture. [Manage newsletters]( [View in browser]( [Image] with Kevin Fallon Everything we can’t stop loving, hating, and thinking about this week in pop culture.     This week: - Guys, Lea Michele is really talented. - The porny Netflix phenomenon with the bad sex scenes. - I can’t get over this Olivia Wilde stuff. - It’s the year 2000 again and I won’t stop talking about Real World: New Orleans. - The cinematic event of the year.   The Lea Michelaissance May Be Nigh I’ve spent a lot of time this week thinking about [Lea Michele](’s vagina. It’s [been everywhere](—which is to say in headlines, tweets, breathless news stories, and at the center of every single conversation I’ve had with any human I’ve encountered. “That vagina story’s crazy, right?” “Sir, I asked if you wanted guac on your burrito. It’s extra.” That story is from the new [documentary Spring Awakening: Those You’ve Known](, which chronicles the rehearsal process for an unlikely reunion of the Broadway musical’s original cast for a 15th anniversary concert and finds them revisiting what it was like to mount the surprise Tony-winning phenomenon. It premieres Tuesday on HBO. I’ve seen it, and cried and cried and cried. Yes, I was even moved by the vagina anecdote. The undeniably memorable moment was teased in an early report about what happens in the documentary. Michele, who starred as repressed teenager Wendla, and co-star [Jonathan Groff](, who played the lead and her romantic interest Melchior, were discussing the swift intimacy with which they formed a friendship. At the time, Groff was in the closet, even to his closest friends and confidants. Michele was madly in love with him. Obviously. It is Jonathan Groff. Get in line, Lea. “Jonathan and I became so close. We were so intertwined,” she explains in the film. “At one point, I literally showed him my whole vagina…He was like, ‘I’ve never seen a woman’s vagina before. Would you show me?’ And I was like, ‘Sure.’ And I took a desk lamp…and showed him. That’s how close we are.” Out of context, it’s outrageous. People were baffled. For a star who has spent the last year digging herself back from an [avalanche of bad press]( over allegations from former colleagues of toxic on-set behavior, saying this out loud on camera seemed like yet another tone-deaf, preposterous misstep. But context, of course, is everything. (You could flatten me with a speck of falling dust, I’m so shocked that something went viral online without any context.) The thing is, in the documentary it’s an organic, relevant story, part of a beautiful sequence in which the two stars are candid about their relationship and what it was like for a confused boy from Lancaster, PA, to come to terms with his sexuality while cannon-blasting to Broadway stardom, and then how she saw her role as his support system. She’s incredibly charming and funny while she tells it, but also so compassionate and empathetic to what Groff was going through. Believe it or not, the Lea Michele’s “whole vagina” story is a poignant moment. Spring Awakening: Those You’ve Known is somewhat revelatory in the way it uses the emotional reunion of these stars to reconsider and recontextualize. With Michele, it’s a reminder of how magnetic and effortlessly humorous she is. There’s a lot of self-awareness there about her personality, a surprise given that the controversy surrounding her past behavior would suggest otherwise. It also makes a case for redemption. Any time she is singing or performing in the concert, you’re spellbound. Variations on marveled whispers of “she’s just so damned talented…” bubbled from just about every conversation I overheard from the crowd who was at the early screening I attended. Groff erupts in tears the second she begins singing the opening song “Mama Who Bore Me” at the first rehearsal. Especially with musical theater obsessives side-eyeing the decidedly [mixed reviews Beanie Feldstein received]( for her performance as Fanny Brice in the just-opened revival of Funny Girl, a role that Michele has made no secret of campaigning for over the years but was likely disqualified from once her scandal became such a major story, her easy candor and soul-shaking vocals raise the question about whether there’s a path for a comeback. Is now the time for a Lea Michelaissance? But there wouldn’t be any inclination to crave that comeback if the documentary itself weren’t so successful in its nimble cross-stitch of heartbreak and inspiration when it comes to nostalgia. This is a musical that tackles teenage sex and hormones, mental health, abuse, homosexuality, suicide, and abortion, but it’s also about being seen and validated for who you are and how you feel at a volatile time coming of age. To watch Groff and the cast grapple with what it meant to them to play those themes 15 years ago—and then to do so again now with the passage of time and the ensuing wisdom of life experience—is fascinating, and heartrending. I remember being in college and seeing the show multiple times when it first opened, being blown away by it—like Groff, closeted and in New York trying to figure things out, maybe not even sure why it meant so much. But it wasn’t until watching the cast perform in the documentary and talk about these things that I realized just how formative the original production, its score, and these characters may actually have been. Great art makes you think in that way. So does Lea Michele’s “whole vagina.”   That Porny Netflix Movie Isn’t Even That Sexy In 2020, an [erotic thriller called 365 Days](, which was known in shorthand as “Polish Fifty Shades of Grey,” mounted the top of the Netflix list of Top 10 movies, a [position it rode for weeks](. The trashy, laughably-acted soap was ruled one of the worst films of the year, in spite of its popularity. But the film wasn’t just considered bad. It was so problematic that advocacy groups spoke out about it and there was a movement to have it removed from the streaming service. Naturally, the film [got a sequel instead](. 365 Days: This Day premiered this week and is already back at No. 1. I can’t say I’m surprised. Just disappointed. The truth is, there was a part of me that looked forward to watching the sequel. I knew it was going to be bad. But I was going to spend an afternoon of work watching what amounts to softcore porn. Wasn’t too mad about that. Plus, the instinct to shame this genre of content has always been bothersome, whether we’re talking about the people who bashfully enjoyed Fifty Shades of Grey or those who are earnestly invested in this kind of content—though 365 Days: This Day boasts the loosest and most ridiculous interpretation of the word “plot” I have witnessed in a long time, all in the name of stringing together a slew of love scenes and montages of sexy people brooding. But it’s a film franchise that is neither cheeky nor serious enough to be escapist. Or indulgent. Or a gratifying viewing experience for someone who treats this genre with the kind of sincerity and passion that we’ve been conditioned to mock or lampoon. It’s not even that hot. There’s nothing wrong with craving sexy TV. The cult fandom for Outlander proves that. The copious screenshots of steamy scenes from Netflix’s Élite all over my social media feed bolster that argument. There have been numerous manifestos bemoaning the [dialed-back horniness]( of the [recent season of Bridgerton](. Our most deeply held political position is that television needs more butts. It’s the sex in the 365 Days franchise that made it famous. The first film went viral on TikTok when people would film themselves watching the blush-inducing scenes. You used to have to stay up until the middle of the night and sneak down to the basement TV to watch the scrambled Cinemax feed from your cable box to see the kind of softcore porn that is now being put on Netflix alongside Schitt’s Creek and Fuller House. Kids these days have it so easy. Maybe we’re all just desensitized now, but in 365 Days: This Day, not even that aspect is titillating. The sex scenes are all set to hilariously dramatic music. Most of them take place in dark shadows. Confusingly, in a majority of them, the leads remain fully, or at least mostly, clothed. (#MoreButts2022!) They’re all hideously shot, which is par for the course. But still, it’s hard to continue to justify the appeal. Then there’s the plot, the part where the problematic aspect comes in. The first film centered on a handsome member of a Mafia family who kidnaps a beautiful girl, and, in an illustration of Stockholm syndrome or arguable rape and coercion, ties her up and seduces her until she eventually gives into his desires for kinky, rough sex. (Consent is a loose concept here.) It’s understandable that so many people were appalled by the popularity of the movie given that horrifying storyline. In the new sequel, they get married (WTF?). He still treats her like shit. She still delivers rough sex anyway. Then there’s a hot gardener, a secret twin, and a bounty hunt, with some bondage mixed in. It’s bad! So bad! And, now, the most popular movie on Netflix.   I Can’t Believe How Olivia Wilde Reacted! This week, Olivia Wilde was at the CinemaCon convention, an annual Hollywood event where stars and big directors preview their upcoming movies for theater owners in order to get them excited to play their films. She was there to present Don’t Worry Darling, the upcoming steamy relationship drama she directed starring Harry Styles and Florence Pugh, which already has Styles' fan army [heading for cold showers](. She looked beautiful in a blue velvet pantsuit and was clearly excited. Partway through her introduction, a man walked up to the stage and [dropped off a manila envelope](. It was labeled “personal and confidential.” “This is for me?” she asked. “Is this a script?” She opened the envelope. It wasn’t an unsolicited script, which would have been highly inappropriate in its own right. It was custody papers from the legal team of her ex, Jason Sudeikis. At this point, Wilde threw the papers to the ground. She stared out at the convention audience, a gaze ominously blank yet all-encompassing, as if to summon the entire lifeforce of the room. She gestured one hand to the rear doors of the hall, which immediately flung shut. The other, she circled over her head, creating a maelstrom of flames that eventually engulfed the curtain of the stage. At this point, her eyes were bleeding. Sporadically, random members of the audience began flying up into the rafters, screaming in fear. As the chaos erupted, Wilde unleashed a piercing wail, a lacerating sonic boom that reverberated across the globe. Children are still crying. Dogs can no longer hear. I’m just kidding, obviously. Wilde quickly looked at the papers and, supposedly, realized what they were. Without missing a beat, she continued her presentation. It was an astonishing act of composure and grace in a situation in which, as detailed above, the best among us would have reacted with supernatural rage. A “source” close to Sudeikis reported that he had no idea that the papers would be served in such an outrageous manner. I still can’t get over it.   I Won’t Stop Talking About Real World Homecoming [The Real World Homecoming: New Orleans]( is my religious text. It is what I live each week for. It is my oxygen in a world where it feels like I’m drowning. You wouldn’t think there would be much to the idea of reuniting a reality series’ cast two decades later. But the way the cast is able to both process their experience with emotional intelligence while still being so raw is fascinating, especially with perfect specimen and reluctant gay icon Danny, TV’s most transfixing nightmare Julie, and relentless enigma Tokyo aka David back together. But I forgot just how much Melissa is a star, and please forgive me for that, my queen. She is a spark plug. She is wise. She is a font of hilarity and strength, with such an ease on camera. Two episodes of this season have aired thus far, and I am left with only the conclusion that if Melissa is not given a talk show when this is over then I’m not sure why television even exists.   Next Year’s Oscars Is Calling Oh honey, the movie about a group of octogenarian football fans attempting to make good on their dream of traveling to the Super Bowl to meet Tom Brady that stars Jane Fonda, Lily Tomlin, Sally Field, Rita Moreno, and Tom Brady himself [is real](, and I write about it in my diary every day.   Heartstopper: I can’t think of a better time for such a sweet, loving story about teenagers coming out and falling in love. (Now on Netflix) I Love That For You: Molly Shannon, Jenifer Lewis, and Vanessa Bayer are in a comedy together set at QVC. I love that for me. And, sure, also you. (Sun. on Showtime) Grace and Frankie: It’s the final episodes, and I’m not hyperbolic when I say that, in the last decade, I’m not sure I’ve treasured a series more. (Fri. on Netflix) Girls5eva: A series that is far funnier than it has any right to be. (Thurs. on Peacock)   Memory: Someone make a movie that lets Liam Neeson smile! (Fri. in theaters) The Circle: Just because The Ultimatum was also bad, we shouldn’t forget that this is, too. (Wed. on Netflix)   Advertisement   Was this email forwarded to you? [Sign up here.](   [Daily Beast]( [Facebook]( [Twitter]( [Instagram]( © 2022 The Daily Beast Company LLC I 555 W. 18th Street, New York NY, 10011 [Privacy Policy]( If you are on a mobile device or cannot view the images in this message, click here to [view this email in your browser](. To ensure delivery of these emails, please add emails@thedailybeast.com to your address book. 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