Isn't It Queer?

So a week ago, we saw the critically panned New Years' Eve, as we thought it was the perfect feel-good detox movie after the Renal Physiology exam. For those unfamiliar with the film, it's one of those hodgepodge of intertwining vignettes featuring one big (or relatively big) Hollywood star after another, and the goal is essentially to make the viewers smile from the sheer niceness unfolding before their eyes. Yes, we were there when Valentine's Day made a splash on Chinese New Year two years ago. And yes, I've seen the Golden Globe-nominated Love Actually.

Anyway, I'm not here to review the film; that's Roger Ebert's job. But allow me to point out one tiny glitch in the film's December 2011 setting. Nope, not Halle Berry's conversation with her lover in Iraq (was it even Iraq?).

An aerial shot of Times Square populated by people sporting Nivea-sponsored hats showed an electronic billboard of an all-too-familiar picture: Bernadette Peters. Elaine Stritch. A Little Night Music. Like this:

Non-theater fans, outdated theater fans, and pseudo-theater fans (like those who think they're theater fans just because they watch Glee), allow me to enlighten you.

The 2009 Broadway revival of A Little Night Music, whose final cast included Peters and Stritch as the Armfeldt mother-daughter tandem, closed last January 9, 2011.

Unless, of course, New Year's Eve is not set in a specific time. I doubt it.