As a heterosexual man who’d like to continue sleeping with my wife, I am occasionally required to attend Broadway musicals. But there is at least one part of the production that’s made me legitimately excited. But for all her perky goodness, there’s a dark side to Chenoweth that peeks out occasionally. Is there a certain song or scene in Promises, Promises that could inspire autoerotism? But I also think people will come out if it’s good. But as a heterosexual man, there is very little about Broadway musicals that appeals to me. You can see it in her recent guest stint on Glee (another show no heterosexual man watches of his own free will, but we encourage you to keep up with it in our Gay Guide to Glee), where she played an alcoholic high school drop-out corrupting teenagers in a role reminiscent of Amy Sedaris in her Strangers With Candy prime. If they can laugh and cry and get all the things you want from live theater, they’ll be there. When you won an Emmy last year, announcer John Hodgman said that if you weren’t an actress, you’d be a private detective.
My sister-in-law really enjoys Wicked, and every time I’m in her car, she plays “Popular” over and over and over again. And if she asks you about it, you don’t have any idea what happened. When I called Chenoweth for our interview, I wasn’t sure which version I’d get: the goofy, pint-sized charmer or the bad girl who’s like a miniaturized Bette Davis in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?