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All That Jazz

All That Jazz

Sunday, February 17th, 2008

I was sure I already had a review of this so this might end up a little on the short side. I’m pretty sure I’ve said something about Erzsebet Foldi before, that’s why I thought I’d reviewed it already … ‘cos what I thought I’d written was, how is this movie the only thing she was ever in?! An amazing dancer, beautiful to behold, so natural before the camera, and perfectly cast as Scheider’s loving, precious, brotherless, generous (“underlined 3 times” lol) daughter … yet this is her only film credit, it’s incredible.

Anyway, clearly the reason I watched this this weekend is due to the sad passing of Roy Scheider this past week. Of course, at 76, he had a great innings – certainly better than Bob Fosse, who he basically portrays here – but it still saddened me to hear of it. This movie already had resonance outside of its surface appearance due to just how much Fosse put himself into it. Now – at least, this week, I find it serves as a perfect farewell to Scheider. It struck me during the last scene how it might strike some as a tad tasteless to watch it at such a time, ‘cos I know there are a lot of people who prefer death be confined to grave grief, black suits, hearses and mourning; but I think it’s perfect in its attitude to death … that celebration scene of “Bye Bye Life” countered so slapfaced by the snapback to “the only reality” at the end, the body bag being zipped up.

You can see Scheider’s Gideon so many ways – ego is always mentioned in reviews of the movie; it’s easy to sense he has no self-awareness, doesn’t know what he’s doing or who he’s hurting etc. I think he has total self-awareness; he just doesn’t care. And to me the film’s biggest comment is: why should he, when death is so inevitable? It’s a kind of Fight Club / American Beauty type message, as dangerous as it is profound. I still don’t know what to make of these movies entirely, some days I love them and some days I realise what an ass I am to love them so; I know that when I’m watching they are fun though; that Scheider’s performance is incredible; that the song and dance numbers start brilliant and only get better as the movie goes on; that we’re lucky to even have one movie featuring Erzsebet Foldi; and that anything that can make me get in such a twist reviewing is pretty much always worthy of 5 hearts.



Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

Monday, February 4th, 2008

I had a feeling this would be better a second time, but I don’t know where to begin describing the sensation I felt walking home today. Sometimes, just sometimes, it’s really worth seeing a movie on the largest screen you can find. I’m sure that’s the opposite of what I’ve said elsewhere but hey, I’m saying it.

I had my eyes on Johnny Depp for pretty much the whole movie this time – projected larger than life his performance is even more outstanding than I’d first thought, and though I’d pretty much been swung over to the Daniel Day Lewis camp earlier today seeing some clips from There Will Be Blood, I couldn’t have swung back harder or faster. It’s not just the singing and the face and the accent; what captivated me more than anything here were the full-length shots of Johnny … the way he walks and carries himself, he’s like a silent movie star, it’s all Sweeney and though he’s on the screen almost constantly, I wanted even more of him just standing, brooding.

On occasion my gaze did shift, though, to the other actors; particularly Helena Bonham-Carter, who is also much better than I’d previously thought … watching her just through the “Not While I’m Around” scene, right up to her closing the door on Toby in the bakehouse, is just about as mesmerising and gutwrenching as watching Depp for the rest of the film’s duration.

It is slightly more violent than I’d perceived the first time around (though I’d still stand by what I said about the BBFC – and I was glad to hear Mark Kermode saying much the same a couple of weeks ago on Five Live), but as many have said already, it borders about as much on the ridiculously comic as it’s possible to do without veering completely into nonsense and making a mockery of the rest of the drama; the roll-on effect being that when those crucial deaths occur in the final act, your focus is entirely on the higher meaning of the deaths, and about as far removed from the shower of blood as I think has ever been seen in such a bloody movie.

I didn’t spot Anthony Head’s brief appearance the first time either – it’s truly blink and you’ll miss it, lol. I think he was originally to be one of those who sang “The Ballad of Sweeney Todd” – which I guess I also want to mention again. I’ve grown to love this exclusion – it’s beautiful as underscore and really, as I said in the earlier review, I missed “Kiss Me” much more than anything else. And even that exclusion is still a minor drawback, which along with the slightly hokey, “That’s all very well …” line following “Epiphany” (it’s in the trailer too), is far from enough to counter the fact that this movie is really, quite jawdroppingly, perfect.

7th January, 2008:

NB. I’ve decided to post this now, it’s been sort of hanging back till I see it “properly” ‘cos, as with Rent, my opinion after a first watch felt very muddled but having listened to the soundtrack again the other night, I remembered the one reason I think it really is as good as I wanted it to be and that’s that, basically, it reaches that same crushingly beautiful hollow in the end that I remember from the first time I saw the show / listened to the cast recordings / whatever. I can’t wait to see it again, definitely a birthday present to look forward to :)

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I can’t begin this review without pointing out how ultimately I couldn’t help but approach it on a first viewing the same way I did the Rent movie. It felt almost like a chore, like, I almost just wanted to get the watching of it “out of the way” so I could watch it again if that makes any sense. I wanted to know what was missing, what was new, what was changed, etc, so I could amend my perspective or whatever to get the most out of it. Subsequent viewings of movies like this will always be more enjoyable than the first for me – I don’t like unpleasant surprises much :P Not that there are many here, I hasten to add (the clue is in the star rating if I start to sound like I was disappointed).

I guess I’m surprised now having seen it how universal the praise has been. It’s by no means as conventional an adaptation as they could’ve made it, and the cuts are just as unexpected (“Green Finch and Linnet Bird”, to my joy, remains; while “The Ballad” is used only for instrumental underscore). I love how young Toby is now and Ed Sanders, who plays him, is incredible in the part. And while I’m on the supporting cast I may as well mention Sacha Baron Cohen as Pirelli … even more perfect than I imagined he’d be.

Then there’s the gore. I’m baffled and a little annoyed by having just read that it has been rated ‘18’ here in the UK. To me it makes little sense – even if it’d actually been as violent as I’d been led to expect (which it isn’t) … there is no sex (even the beggar woman’s bawdy taunts are gone – though they’re there on the soundtrack …), no bad language (edit: okay, the “s” word but that’s still PG material …), nothing but blood here for the BBFC to be offended by. And though the ‘18’ certificate isn’t quite the kiss of death the NC-17 rating is in the US, I still think that stopping under-18s from seeing a movie like this … I mean it’s Sondheim for heck’s sake … it sends out the wrong message entirely about what the BBFC’s purpose is. I hope a few councils think to overrule it and let a few school trips get in or something.

Of course, I can’t end this review without mentioning Johnny Depp :) I’d seen bits and pieces of the performance and couldn’t resist sneaking a few tracks of the soundtrack prior to watching the movie, and I knew that the gruff bellowing rage of George Hearn etc was pretty much gone, replaced with Depp’s beautiful but admittedly thin voice. In the context of the whole product, though, there’s far more surprises in his singing than I expected. He actually does come close to the roar of the stage Sweeneys in places, and when he holds the soaring, swooping higher notes, especially alongside Alan Rickman on “Pretty Women”, it’s absolute heaven. The harmonising on the part of the other actors is really impressive too.

See, kind of a flat review and I’m afraid I might sound like I was slightly bored by the movie. Like I said, it was the first look. My anticipation for this movie was massive, I pretty much knew how much I was going to love it. It’s been like a present sitting under the Christmas tree, like I know what it is, I really want it, and now I’ve opened it I’m just looking forward to playing with it again later. If that makes any sense, lol.

One thing I will say is that despite all the buzz etc, and I’ll be continuing my little corner of support for it, I’d be astonished if this was nominated for a lot of Oscars let alone winning any – I keep seeing other hopefuls and just about everytime I find another category I feel Sweeney will be shut out of … even Johnny in the end. It just really doesn’t strike me as that kind of movie, not from any angle I look at it, and there are so many other movies that, no matter what I think, are gonna get a hell of a lot more votes. Like I said – don’t get me wrong, I love it – I’m just kinda surprised that so many other people do too. It seems so grey and grim to me to be getting such love as it is. I feel like they could’ve used the crossover aspects better – the Sondheim fans, the Johnny fans, the gore hounds – they could’ve made it 2 and a half hours, they could’ve really used the Johnnyness, and despite what people are saying .. it could be gorier.

Yes – I’m giving it 5 stars, it’s at the top of my 2007 list, and I’m sitting here saying it could’ve been better, lol. But, like Rent was still “Rent”, y’know: it’s still “Sweeney Todd”. It might not be as definitive a version of the show as I’d hoped for – it feels a little too fast in places jumping from scene to scene (“Kiss Me” would’ve been a particularly helpful inclusion I think towards the end) but it still knocks the socks off anything else seen in the past year. All I can think could be the reason for its success is the thought of those who have never seen or heard of Sweeney Todd. When I think of those people, I almost literally turn green with envy. I guess going into this movie that way, as perhaps many have … that would be a pretty astonishing experience … which is exactly why I’ll be taking the family for my birthday “thing” in February :)



Annie [1999]

Annie [1999]

Thursday, November 8th, 2007

Edit: eep! I hadn’t realised this previously had 4 stars. It’s obviously meant to be 5 :)

Once again I wasn’t sure if I’d have much to add to past reviews, but there’s plenty. I could babble about this one and the adorableness (wow, is that a word? Apple spellcheck didn’t call me on it, lol) of Alicia Morton forever. I love how all my three fave songs (“Maybe”, “Hard Knock” and “Tomorrow”) are squished into the first 15 minutes, I mean they really make it hard on themselves making the bulk of the movie live up to those, and against all odds they absolutely succeed. Just when I worry I might lose interest, some other song I’ve forgotten, some other moment or glance (Annie’s awe at the toys when Daddy Warbucks lifts her onto his shoulders to look through the store window! hehe), happens. As he did for Chicago and (according to the IMDb) the forthcoming Nine (kickass if that’s really happening, btw), Rob Marshall not only directed here but also choreographed it’s one of the best things about the movie – “I’m Gonna Like It Here” and “I Don’t Need Anything But You” are beautifully organised, and in the latter in particular, as in the rest of the movie, Victor Garber and Morton are astonishingly in sync, their chemistry is just heartmelting.

I plan to watch the John Huston version again this Christmas if it’s on TV – I owe it another chance after all these years dedicated to this one – but I really doubt any version, even on stage, will ever match the sheer adorable innocence of this one. Why doesn’t Annie recognise the frickin’ obvious disguise Hannigan dons at the end, miserable IMDb whiners may ask (okay, actually I think I read that elsewhere, but I’m sure someone on the idiot boards have asked that somewhere in time)? Because there isn’t a shred of suspicion in that girl’s heart. It doesn’t mean she’s stupid – it means she’s more human and pure than any of us. Never mind the poetic licence and suspension of disbelief on our part that maybe her disguise could be better than it looks to us who are in on it – it doesn’t matter. Just like none of the cheesy flaws here matter … ‘cos the songs and the girl and the moves are just perfect.

December 5th, 2005:

I know, I should just not review movies I watch when I don’t have much to say beyond “I love it!”, especially when I already have a review as long as the one below, but I just won’t feel right since I watched this again today if I don’t say how I love it one more time. Once again, just look how much water flies in “Hard Knock Life”. When making a movie of a stage show you should always think about what maybe people always wanted to do onstage but couldn’t for technical reasons, and Rob Marshall seems so aware of this. And Alicia Morton …. am I gonna get some stupid hateful and overblown comment here if I sigh over her cuteness? This movie may become a twice/thrice/more yearly thing for me, lol. I’m completely with Rufus Wainwright, who revealed on Paul O’Grady this past week how, when he was a kid, he wanted to be an Annie lol :-)

6th May 2005:

I was kind of worried about coming to review this, thinking I wouldn’t really have much to say about it aside from simply, “Cute as ever, I love it,” which is true, by the way – but I did notice a few things this time round I hadn’t noticed before.

The movie’s shot a lot like the classic, classic Hollywood movies, lots of crane shots etc, and of course, fake NYC backgrounds. I think this aspect of the movie adds a lot to the movie’s charm. It’s certainly a far cry from John Huston’s overblown 1982 version (which I’ll review at another time, but the word that came to mind today was “gaudy”), which is a good thing. It’s ironic that this classical Hollywood visual style makes the television aspect ratio (4:3) almost fitting.

I never noticed before that the vocals in the singing numbers are post-synced (as is often done in these things, but it’s often screwed up too – I’m still dying to see Phantom of the Opera again on DVD to see if the awful sync I experienced in the cinema was “meant” to be there or was just a projection goof). The reason I never noticed before is that it’s done impeccably well, especially when you consider that children are involved, and Alicia Morton is among the best of the syncers.

Annie is one of my favourite musicals and it has at least two of my all-time favourite songs from any genre – “Tomorrow” and “Maybe”. I’ve already mentioned the John Huston movie, but I’ve also seen the show on stage twice. I don’t really remember the first time, but the last, though good (because in my opinion you simply can’t make a truly bad version of Annie), had its problems. The problem with stage versions is the stuff you can’t do easily, and it comes to that old adage, children and animals. It’s really hard to find talented kids and coax a great performance out of them, at the same time as just having that mystical je-ne-sais-quoi that makes any actor or actress simply grab you, and make them do it live several nights at a time … it’s not a surprising problem.

I don’t think I know a single person who would call Aileen Quinn (of the John Huston movie) ‘cute’ or particularly talented – sure she could belt “Tomorrow”, but belting “Tomorrow” is perhaps a thing Annie is more hated for than loved, lol. Alicia Morton is the perfect Annie, though. Her voice is good, but not too good, when she sings she just sounds like a little girl singing. They give her the red hair, but it’s more a shade of red than outright ginger curls. Even in the classic red dress with a slight curl in her hair, it’s never so garish as in previous versions. In close-up, she’s heartbreaking, her eyes are almost like a little puppy’s, just big black pupils pleading, “love me”.

Of the things that were good in the ’82 version – namely Bernadette Peters, Tim Curry, and Carol Burnett – well, you couldn’t ask for better replacements than Kristin Chenoweth, Alan Cumming and Kathy Bates. You even get Pumbaa as Mr. Bundles. Rob Marshall sneaks some cute visual tricks in too, though considering he followed this with Chicago, you wouldn’t really know it was in him – I personally love the match-cut of Annie running into a cop’s/Miss Hannigan’s arms; and, going back to what I was saying about stuff that’s hard to do on stage, I like that he always does something that would never be done on stage where he can – in “Hard Knock Life” alone, he first covers the floor in water and then ends on a big, feathery pillow fight. This is a movie I’ll still be watching when I’m 90.



Hairspray [2007]

Hairspray [2007]

Thursday, November 8th, 2007

I just know this review’s gonna come off as narrowminded and/or joyless no matter how hard I try, so I’ll just do my usual thing of letting my mind spill out. I wrote already (not sure, maybe here, maybe elsewhere) how my heart sank when I first listened to the soundtrack recording – right from the “oh, oh, oh” at the beginning, I was just, wtf have you done to it? And including “Mama I’m a Big Girl” as a bonus track (here in the end credits), I’m sorry, just didn’t appease me enough.

I’m not even a huge fan of this show to start with, but it still bugged me that much. The arrangements – much like the movie version of Rent (which, I guess I have to add, did finally grow on me to an overwhelming extent – but come on, that was RENT lol) – are just way too rigid. Sure, this presumably helps with the precision required on film for lip-syncing, editing, etc – all of which by the way are perfect (especially the all-important lip-sync – see Phantom) – but for me it comes over far too lifeless for any movie let alone a musical.

As expected, Michelle Pfeiffer and John Travolta are a hoot (Pfeiffer moreso than Travolta – much of the time he’s just a bizarrely annoying Austin Powers/Zoolander hybrid in a fat suit), and (outside of the “oh, oh, oh”) Nikki Blonsky has undeniably infectious energy. The production design is probably the real star here, colour popping from every cranny making the 2 hour running time (I know, I know, must stop whining about length in every review I write, lol) more than bearable. So it’s not a total disaster – I just doubt I’ll be watching at again, and I’d be pretty livid if it got nominated for any major Oscars in January (bizarrely, even a Picture nod right now seems terrifyingly possible).



Rent

Rent

Wednesday, June 13th, 2007

Okay it’s about time I whittled down my slew of brainspew-on-the-page reviews and write something proper on this one, so as of now, those old reviews I wrote with my internal censor entirely bound and gagged are confined to a text file on my desktop – so don’t worry, they haven’t gone for good … but I don’t intend for anyone new to read them.

So let’s start at the beginning. I always tend to say I found “Rent” late, but now I look back and realise I first listened to it only 3 years after Jonathan Larson’s death, I realise, I didn’t do so bad afterall. I became a Renthead for a good year or so courtesy of my first and only true batch (give or take a person or two) of online friends. That line the whole show revolves around, “No Day But Today”, got me at the right time, and I guess that’s where the undeniable brilliance of this movie for me personally starts. It still has that persistent line, and that’s one star out of five you can’t take away from it. Add the use of the original cast where possible and you’ve got your second.

The movie took years to finally happen – I believe they were working on it practically from the day it became a Broadway hit. Spike Lee and Martin Scorsese were attached, they went from an entire, practically devoid of music rewrite to a verbatim reproduction and everything inbetween … it’s amazing even a second of goodness remains let alone the scene upon scene that does, so there’s your third immovable star right there. It finally landed in the hands of Chris Columbus, who did a good job of the first two by-the-numbers Harry Potter movies. Sure those first two movies lacked the cinematic adventure of the subsequent productions (actually, I’d argue that only Azkaban fit that description, the last was quite messy by comparison), but they were undeniably faithful to source.

Anyway, it’s the same situation here: though often the movie lacks the punch of its source, the times when it is heartbreakingly faithful are more impeccably done than anyone could’ve expected. Though whole chunks of music have been stripped away, more often than not it is entirely made up for by what follows or preceeds the breach. For example, I don’t like the fact that “Goodbye Love” has been taken away (even though it’s one of the few removals they did film, and is available on the DVD and soundtrack) … but the use of that song’s music as underscore during the “Search for Mimi” montage is almost equally indispensable. In the same way, I don’t like the restaging of certain scenes – Tango Maureen turning into Tango Roxanne from Moulin Rouge, and the entirely incomprehensible staging of “Take Me Or Leave Me” being the main offenders – but it’s always made up for. Mimi leaves Roger as she sings the last part of “Another Day”, but I loved her desperation as she sung that into his face when I saw it onstage … here, though, the image of Angel, Collins, and Mark coming round the corner behind her is just as indelible.

In the end, as my old reviews fleshed out, there are a lot of things wrong with this movie, and I can entirely understand why newcomers in particular could be turned off quickly, and this annoys me no end; the movie pretty much failed to make the show any new fans, so why did they attempt to change it at all for the big screen? The point is, yes, it’s flawed; but it’s so consistent in its style, that beautiful rusty colour scheme making every single frame undeniably RENT, they brought back a good 2/3rds of the original cast, people who knew Larson, who really knew the show better than any of us will, and those standalone scenes like “I’ll Cover You” on the street and “Sante Fe” on the subway – in the end, no matter how much this movie infuriates me, even if it catches me in the worst of moods … I can never say that it’s less than a masterpiece, and I hope that everyone who ever needs exactly what it offers will find it like I did all those years ago.

Okay, I’ll admit, that still got away from me a little, but it’s better than what preceeded it lol. What can I say, this movie sends me into a tizzy. Oh … and I still seriously think the one thing that could’ve made the movie better would’ve been a tiny glimpse of Larson in that end montage, à la Douglas Adams in the H2G2 movie.



Chicago

Chicago

Wednesday, March 17th, 2004

I’m still baffled this won Best Picture at the Oscars even though I watched it just this morning and yet again enjoyed it more than expected, and I’m always baffled it won Best Picture at the Oscars even though I always enjoy it more than expected. I don’t know what my prejudice against the movie is, I think it’s that the whole seediness that strikes you while watching the movie is so perfectly glossed over that it’s easy to look at the poster, see stills from the movie, even listen to the songs, and forget all the brilliant things inside. This is a movie that can go clean over the heads of those who don’t care about how corrupt the whole world is even as they have a wild time with the costumes and the music, while those sitting next to them more frightened about where we’re headed can recognise exactly what’s being said with each sequence and song… it’s very sneaky indeed, probably the most cynical film to ever win an Oscar – it almost seems wrong that it got such an award.

As I’ve written before on the film, I haven’t seen the stage show, so I have no idea how it is staged, but I loved the way this film version is presented, how the songs are done. At first it feels lazy, just basically film what you can like a regular film and shoot the musical parts literally on a stage… but it’s so much more than that, it becomes an extension of Roxie et al.‘s inner thoughts: everything’s a performance to these people (such is life). I don’t know how this could be achieved onstage, I mean, you can’t have such a separation of real/theatrical when you’re already in a theatre. I don’t know, I should stop there before I sound stupid… I hope I get to see the stage show some time and I’ll come back to that thought.

All the performances are brilliant and at least two of the actors are ones I don’t generally like watching – Richard Gere and Catherine Zeta-Jones – they just seem perfectly cast here. The songs, of course, are brilliant. I guess I can see why this won Best Picture at the Oscars… I can’t imagine anybody truly not liking this movie. You can gawk at the eye-candy of good-looking actors and actresses, great costumes and set-design (I love the exteriors), take in the famous songs, and just enjoy it for the surface gloss; or you can really chuckle at the digs at society, the media, etc, which are as pointed as a completely different movie about our glorification of killers, Natural Born Killers. It’s a bizarre combination, so bizarre that I hardly even think of how good the movie is until it’s playing in front of my eyes.