Showing posts with label West Side Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label West Side Story. Show all posts

3.25.2009

It's All About Sex?, or Thought #3 of StinkyLulu's 5 Stinky Thoughts on West Side Story (2009)

This post is the second in my multi-part mini-treatise regarding the current Broadway production of West Side Story at The Palace Theatre in New York City. What I had hoped would be a quick overview of my reactions to the production soon morphed into something more substantial -- or, if not substantial, then too BIG for a single post. So, I've elected to spread my "5 Stinky Thoughts on West Side Story (2009)" across this week...


Thought #3: It's All about Sex?

One of the more striking features of the 2009 West Side Story is its relative sexual frankness. Indeed, librettist (and director of the current production) Arthur Laurents has been telling pretty much anyone who'll listen that West Side Story is "all about sex." (Exhibit A, B.) Not gangs, not racism, not love -- SEX. Now, I don't know that I disagree. It's always been a thrill to see The Jets and The Sharks be so athletic and so balletic and the fun of Anita derives in no small part from her sexual confidence ("You forget I'm in Ameríca!"). The original 1957 production was, by some accounts, something of a cult hit among gay men of the era, not because of the proto-pride anthem "Somewhere," but because of all the young (mostly gay) dancers wearing tight jeans. But in this production, the sexually exuberant Laurents amplifies the sexual currents within the show into something like an overall concept. In the 2009 version, there's little doubt that Tony and Maria are horny for each other. As Laurents himself notes, they can barely get through their balcony duet because they can't keep their hands off each other. Comparably, it's clear that Tony and Maria are having sex "during" the "Somewhere Ballet" and that their sexual connection is the foundation for their belief in a better world. Indeed, it seems to me that Laurents's frank and celebratory interest in sex marks this production's most notable departures from more conventional productions (even, I daresay, more than the addition of Spanish lyrics and incidental dialogue).
While I get it that the sexuality is absolutely essential in West Side Story, and while I get it that Laurents and Robbins landed at nearly opposite ends of the sexual liberation spectrum, I wonder if Laurents's exuberant amplification in this production is entirely effective. Please don't misunderstand: I agree that -- especially with regard to Tony/Maria -- the sexual frankness proves productive in clarifying the characters's motives. However, in this production, it's the other sex stuff that I found odd, discordant, even distracting. My biggest beef came in one of the production's most substantial dialogue changes: GladHand's speech introducing the "Get Together Dance," in which he endeavors -- with ostensibly comic incompetence -- to speak bilingually about the importance of abstinence to the assembled teens. The addition of this material seems to me to be part of Laurents's general intervention in this production, his oddly quaint insistence that teenagers have sex and its a bad idea to pretend that they don't. However, in the particular case of Glad Hand's "abstinence" speech, the changes feel like ahistorical editorializations. (Historically, the discourse of abstinence was not popularly applied to sex education efforts until well after such programs were introduced in the 1970s; the kind of "settlement house" extension work done by GladHand in the 1950s operated from a premise of "sexual hygiene" in which things like chaperoned dances encouraged "appropriate" social interaction. The idea was that, left to their own devices, kids would "get busy" so better to keep them busy with more appropriate activities.) As such, GladHand's abstinencia scene just felt off-kilter, both historically and conceptually. Comparably, I found it startling that the incidental dialogue added for this production included The Sharks's shouting of "maricón" -- as well as a handful of other obscenities en español -- without comparable trashtalk from The Jets. Where the 2009 Jets DID get their filth on was in the realm of wordless gestures -- crotch-grabbing mostly, though also including one especially strange wiener wagging moment and an incongruously trashy costume for Graziella. All of which felt tacky, like high schoolers pretending to be sexually "dangerous." Finally, I found it fascinating that what has long felt to me to be the queerest moment in the piece (the brief scene between A-rab and BabyJohn after the Rumble, in which the two young men find comfort with one another) is played with a near absence of genuine feeling (perhaps due to Kyle Coffman's twitchy performance as A-rab).
I could go on, and I might, especially about Laurents's reinterpretation of the "Somewhere" ballet as an earthtone idyll (I kept waiting for someone to start singing "I Believe That Children Are Our Future") and how Laurents's emphasis on sexuality mark the most substantial shifts in the production, not the addition of the bits of Spanish here and there. And, admittedly, I find it strange that I'm levying this charge ("Laurents put too much sex in West Side Story!"). But when I track the actual ways that this production is a "revisal" of the original, it seems to me that the sex changes are fundamental while the Spanish stuff is almost incidental and, quite possibly, the sex changes might choreograph the most significant of the production's accumulation of missteps.

3.23.2009

How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria?, or Thought #2 of StinkyLulu's 5 Stinky Thoughts on West Side Story (2009)

This post is the second in my multi-part mini-treatise regarding the current Broadway production of West Side Story at The Palace Theatre in New York City. What I had hoped would be a quick overview of my reactions to the production soon morphed into something more substantial -- or, if not substantial, then too BIG for a single post. So, I've elected to spread my "5 Stinky Thoughts on West Side Story (2009)" across this week...

Thought #2: How do you solve a problem like Maria?

The casting of the role of Maria (and, although to a lesser extent, Tony) has historically proven the musical's greatest challenge, both in terms of theatrical effectiveness and cultural authenticity. Maria must be young, pretty and able to sing really really high -- while also spanning an emotional arc that spans from delightful innocence to erotic abandon to devastating grief. The way I see it, the musical (especially in its stage variant) begins with The Jets as its collective protagonist but ends Maria as its primary tragic figure. Act I is about The Jets; Act 2 is about Maria -- dovetailing tragedies of love and belonging. In this production, Josephine Scaglione -- an Argentinan stage pro -- is utterly competent in the role, charismatic and endearing. Yet, in ways I found surprising, Scaglione's performance replicates one of the greatest flaws in Natalie Wood's generally underrated screen performance: Scaglione's Maria never seems to belong among the Shark girls. Yes, I know she's "fresh off the boat" and all that, but part of Maria's significance as a heroine is that everyone adores her...Anita, Bernardo, Chino and -- most fatefully -- Tony. In this production, Scaglione brings what I've long thought to be an "opera problem" to the role: she's animatedly "in" every scene with the Shark girls but she's never quite "of" the moment. I must confess, too, that I find it very strange that this "revisal" -- the animating "alibi" of which is the impulse toward a greater measure cultural "authenticity" regarding The Sharks -- also repeated what has been a critical problem in every major production: finding the "whitest" Maria possible. Put another way -- while her Act1 dress is supposed to be white, NOTHING in the script says Maria herself needs to be fair-skinned.
Yet in the role's four major interpretations, the role of Maria has been historically portrayed by lightskinned beauties (Carol Lawrence '57, Natalie Wood '61, Jossie De Guzman '80, and Josefina Scaglione '09). Indeed, Jossie De Guzman -- the only Puerto Rican performer to essay the role in a Broadway or Hollywood production -- was critiqued by some activists for being "too European" in appearance for the role. This production's Maria, Josefina Scaglione, is -- like Carol Lawrence (the 1957 Maria) -- of Italian heritage, and already I'm seeing the stirrings of U.S. Latino resentment against the casting of an actress from Argentina in the role (for a panoply of reasons too complex to cover here). Scaglione also is the only major Maria to have blue eyes, causing me to wonder if the oft-pilloried Natalie Wood might actually be the "darkest" of the major Marias.
The problem I see here is no fault in Scaglione's performance, but a residual inclination to cast Maria in a way that exempts her -- or makes her "different" from -- the rest of The Sharks, a predisposition inaugurated in the 1957 production and replicated in most major productions since. What's seems most unfortunate here is that the 2009 "revisal" of West Side Story seems to have been an ideal opportunity to "experiment" a little with the conventional casting protocols for the principal character of Maria, a chance to "officially" reinvent not only what these characters sound like but also what they might look like. Scaglione's fine in the role but it's difficult for me not to see her casting as confirmation of the production's simple-minded vision of latinidad. (And don't even get me started on that rose tapestry hanging as backdrop during "Siento Hermosa/I Feel Pretty.")

3.22.2009

"Prologue" and "Siento Cansado", or The First 2 of StinkyLulu's 5 Stinky Thoughts on West Side Story (2009)

This post is the first in what appears to be emerging as a mini-treatise regarding the current Broadway production of West Side Story at The Palace Theatre in New York City. What I had hoped would be a quick overview of my reactions to the production soon morphed into something more substantial -- or, if not substantial, then too BIG for a single post. So, I've elected to spread my "5 Stinky Thoughts on West Side Story (2009)" over the next several days...


PROLOGUE: When You're a Fan...
For reasons that are not at all rational, I often feel that West Side Story, in all its variants, is "mine." The musical has occupied its own corner of obsession in my mind since I first screened it one summer afternoon when I was not quite 12 and visiting my grandmother's house (it was the afternoon movie). Moreover, I've spent much of the last decade researching both the original stage musical and its Oscar-winning film version, as well as the projects myriad productions, adaptations and revivals in the half-century since. My primary scholarly interest in West Side Story can be discerned from the working title of my work on it: "How the Sharks Became Puerto Rican." (In this work, I explicate how the almost accidental choice to make the rival gang Latino has become one of the musical's most significant cultural legacies.) Along the way, I've accumulated a pile of factoids, which I've done my best to cross check and verify, and which I've strung and restrung into various iterations of my understanding of how West Side Story came -- and continues to come -- into being. So, when it was announced that the musical's librettist Arthur Laurents would be directing a newly bilingual Broadway revival of the show, I knew it was necessary that I see the "revisal" of this show. Which I did, last week, in one of its final preview performances. What follows include some of my preliminary thoughts on the production, informed of course by my ongoing interest in the musical's peculiar formal, social and racial history.

Thought #1: Siento Cansado.
As the evening approached, everyone asked: are you excited? And with each query, I was somewhat surprised to notice that I wasn't. Perhaps I was tempering my expectations? Perhaps I was concerned by my early, underwhelming glimpses of the production? (Exhibit A) At the same time, I felt mostly very glad to finally have the opportunity to see this show in its Broadway habitat. (West Side Story has been on Broadway only twice before: for the several years of its original run in the late 1950s and for the several months of its first revival in the 1980s. I had also missed the restaging of most of the musical numbers as part of the 1989 anthology musical, Jerome Robbins' Broadway.) Only as curtain time approached, did I really begin to become giddy. Yet, once the show began, with the electrifying genius of "Prologue," I noted the aspect of the production that would come to define my experience of the evening: everything seemed oddly muffled. I first noticed this physically -- kinesthetically -- as the physical confrontations between The Jets and The Sharks seemed almost tamped down, squeezed and compressed. At first I thought it might have been because of the relatively small stage, that there wasn't a lot of room for the dancers to move but -- as more songs and scenes followed this opening dance -- I realized there was a consistency to the correction. At every turn, I noted the curious lack of a final punch. Extensions seemed oddly curtailed. Arms seemed rarely to extend to their full reach. Notes were swallowed. Lines tossed off. Scenic transitions lagged. Everything felt a little muffled. And I could almost always hear everyone (though, notably, I struggled to make sense of the unscripted incidental dialogue throughout the piece, whether they were spoken in Spanish or not.) But muffled, rather, in an emotional sense. My appreciation of this piece has long derived from its incredible sense of emotional immediacy. But, here, there was a kind of distance, a manner of remove that I found odd, even stultifying. The charismatic Karen Olivo (as Anita) felt glib, her dance work in both "Dance at the Gym" and "America" seeming a little wan and unrealized, like she was "marking" rather than performing each number. The exuberant athleticism of Cody Green (as Riff) felt oddly restrained, his capacity for great height, for great reach, seemingly held back. Matt Cavenaugh (as Tony) sang gloriously but almost always at a different tempo than the orchestra and Josephine Scaglione (as Maria) glowed, princess-like, in her own little bubble.
All told, I felt the production to be competent but curiously fuzzy, lacking an essentially energizing clarity and precision which ended up blunting the emotional intensity of the entire piece.

Come back on Monday for the 2nd installment of
StinkyLulu's 5 Stinky Thoughts on West Side Story (2009):
"How Do You Solve A Problem Like Maria?"

3.20.2008

My Dinner with...RITA MORENO

Two Thursdays ago, ModFab tagged me to follow a fabulous meme, one which insisted that I fully imagine My Dinner With...

1. Pick a single person, past or present, in the film industry who you'd like to have dinner with, and tell us why you chose this person.
I think I'd like to have dinner with Rita Moreno. And if you have to ask why, lovely reader, you've really just not been paying attention. West Side Story? Tennessee Williams? Gay bathhouses? The Muppets? I've adored Ms. Moreno since I first heard her shout, "Hey You Guyyys," and would love to celebrate the marvelousness of her over a meal.


2. Set the table for your dinner. What would you eat? Would it be in a home or at a restaurant? And what would you wear? Feel free to elaborate on the details.
Hmm. I love boricuan food. A lot. So, I might just go there, perhaps inviting Daisy Martinez to cater a full feast of her choosing while encouraging just a little bit of pan-Latin fusion (you know how much I love a good pupusa). I'm thinking that Rita & I would invite a whole bunch of folks -- only those of whom we were especially fond -- over for a casual gathering, perhaps at a resort of some kind. Dress would be casual, though we'd presume everyone to look fairly gorgeous in that summer afternoon sort of way. After greeting the first few dozen guests, Rita and I would retreat for a time to an opulent private suite. There, we'd dig into a specially arrayed repast, while also dishing the dirt. After about an hour or so, we'd join the rest of the guests downstairs for more fabulousness, reconnecting at opportune, entertaining intervals throughout the evening.

3. List five thoughtful questions you would ask this person during dinner.
- "Where there any interesting conversations about you playing Burmese in The King and I?"
- "What's been the most interesting consequence of your winning the Oscar for
West Side Story?"
- "Tell me all about your scene in
Carnal Knowledge."
- "Which was wackiest: The Electric Company, The Muppets, or The Ritz?"
- "During the 1970s and 1980s, you played non-Latina roles as often as you portrayed Latina roles, while in the 1990s and the 2000s you've played almost exclusively Latin parts. Why do you think that is? And how has being Latina in the entertainment industry changed, or not changed, in the time since you started?"

4. When all is said and done, select six bloggers to pass this Meme along to. Link back to Lazy Eye Theatre, so that people know the mastermind behind this Meme.
I appoint the following as fellow memers: Brad of Oh, Well, Just This Once...; Jakey of Adrift in New York; Rural Juror; Kimberly of Cinebeats; GayProf of Center of Gravitas; and Your Mom.

7.02.2006

Rita Moreno in WEST SIDE STORY (1961) - Supporting Actress Sundays


It's the first Sunday for 1961 -- & StinkyLulu has a confession to make... You see, lovely reader, for the first time since "Supporting Actress Sundays" commenced in March, Lulu opted not to rescreen the entire film before composing a Sunday Supporting Actress profile. Why? Well, timing for one thing (the determination of 1961 only happened yesterday). But, truly, it's because 1961's Best Supporting Actress just happens to be Lulu's favorite performance in the single film that StinkyLulu's seen more times than any other.
And that performance is...



StinkyLulu's always shocked when pausing to contemplate Rita Moreno's nomination and win for her turn as Anita in West Side Story. First, StinkyLu's still amazed that Rita's nomination/win marked the end of the "golden era" of Latin actors being noticed by Oscar. See, in the fifteen years separating 1947 and 1961 (beginning with Thomas Gomez' largely forgotten Supporting Actor nomination for his performance in Ride the Pink Horse), Oscar had nominated Latin actors/actresses 10 times in 9 different years, sending three of those performers (Jose Ferrer, Anthony Quinn, Rita Moreno) home with four trophies (Quinn took home Supporting Actors in both 1952 and 1956). And among the six performers receiving these 10 nominations during 1947-61 (Ferrer & Quinn were each nominated 3 times in this period), only Katy Jurado '54 arrived to Hollywood as a professional emigré, leaving a successful career in the Mexican film industry to make movies in Hollywood. Six Latin actors (Gomez, Ferrer, Quinn, Jurado, Susan Kohner & Rita). Ten nominations. Four wins. All in the space of fifteen years.

In contrast, consider the 40+ years of Oscar since Anthony Quinn's last nomination (1964, Zorba) and leaving for now undiscussed the 1/4 century "dry spell" between 1964 and 1987: In the space of those 40+ years, ten nominations and one win (Benicio Del Toro, '00). (1947-61, counted 10 noms with 4 wins.) And of of the nine Latin actors nominated since Moreno's win in 1961 (Del Toro was also nominated in '03), three are professional emigrés (Javier Bardem '00; Salma Hayek '02; & Catalina Sandino Moreno '04) and two are iconic film stars in the national cinemas of their home countries (Argentina's Norma Aleandro '87 and Brazil's Fernanda Montenegro '98) whose work registers in the U.S. film industry infrequently, if at all. Only Quinn and Del Toro, along with Andy Garcia '90 and Rosie Perez '93, are what census takers would call "U.S. latinos"... Ten nominations. One win. In the space of forty-five years.

All of which makes 1947-61 look like a comparatively good period for Latin performers. And makes Rita Moreno's status as an iconic Oscar winner (who happens to be latina) all the more exceptional...

But the Latin scorecard on Oscar-night isn't the only shocking thing about Rita Moreno's Oscar for Anita in West Side Story... Almost more shocking is the fact that co-director Jerome Robbins didn't want Rita Moreno for the pivotal role of Anita, considering Moreno "a talentless movie star." As the story goes, the studio refused to consider Robbins' choice (Broadway's original Anita, Chita Rivera) and mandated the casting of Moreno, an established film presence. The famously petty Robbins is said to have used dance rehearsals to brutalize Moreno, relentlessly demanding that she "do it again" & announcing time and again that Moreno would never be nearly as good as Robbins' beloved Rivera. (Of course, once dance rehearsals were finished, the studio unceremoniously fired Jerome Robbins from the project and most principal photography proceeded apace.)

Robbins' comparison of Chita to Rita has endured in countless wags' Chita-Rita-Anita gags. This is unfortunate because Rita's Anita is entirely different than Chita's -- and the most essential distinctions can be seen in the cinematic elaboration of the legendary "America" number. Remember that, in the stage version, "America" is a song sung among the Shark girls, with the naïve Rosalia being admonished for being nostalgic for her island home. On film, "America" draws its energy from an entirely different tension, becoming a battle of the sexes in which the Shark girls and Shark guys match each other's critique point by point. And it's in this dance-off -- a battle at once thrilling, erotic and silly -- that Rita Moreno's Anita emerges as something very distinct from what the stage allowed Anita. She's witty, she's smart, she's sexy, she's wise. And -- with Moreno -- it's all in her eyes. "America" is never not an extraordinary number but here -- even with the crazy sound mix blending Moreno's voice with that of the studio singer Betty Wand -- the screen version of "America" belongs to Moreno's Anita.


And while StinkyLulu'd be inclined to give Moreno a trophy for this six minutes of screen time alone, Rita Moreno actually earns her Oscar more in her non-musical scenes.


Indeed, the scenes between the musical numbers (in the dress shop, Maria's bedroom, the drugstore) show that Moreno can act even better than she dances. Like the early scene in the dress shop where Anita "gets it" that Tony and Maria are falling for each other. In sideways glances and shoulder shrugs, Moreno conveys her many worries about Maria's new romance while also showing herself to be a steadfast friend. Compare that -- much later -- to the unmitigated loathing she conveys in the flash of just one look, barging into Maria's bedroom to see if the man who'll "murder your love, he murdered mine" is still there. But nothing matches the range of emotions Moreno's Anita covers in her climactic visit to the drugstore.


Here, Anita goes to Doc's drugstore to get a message to Tony and is instead assaulted by the Jets, who barrage her with insults and innuendo. The original stage version of West Side Story left little question that the assault was a sexual one, possibly a rape. On screen, however, the nature of the assault is oblique, both abbreviated and stylized to emphasize the dramatic while avoiding the specific. (Indeed, the first time Little Lulu saw the film -- at about age 12 -- this pivotal encounter seemed little more than especially cruel rough-housing.) The moment in the drugstore -- when Anita chooses to lie about Maria's death (rather than convey mistaken information, as in the Shakespearean original) -- is essential in both narrative and thematic terms. And Moreno's performance -- her anguished fury and desperate fear -- delivers the moment's actual import to the screen.

All told, Rita Moreno's performance as Anita stands as one of the few Oscar wins to be both historic and deserving. (After all, she remains the first and only latina to win an Oscar.) Both nuanced and broad, subtle and bold, with kickass dancing to boot -- Moreno'll be a hard performance to top during this month of Supporting Actress Sundays. Nonetheless, StinkyLulu's still totally psyched by this month's roster just to see how close any of these extraordinary nominees comes...

(BTW: If you're at all inclined to continue this meditation on the "History of U.S. Latinos & OSCAR", be sure to look for 1947 nominee Thomas Gomez later this month as Rita Moreno's father in Summer and Smoke for which Una Merkel received a Supporting Actress 1961 nom.)

6.29.2006

The Movies Lulu's Seen The Most...

Since reading a little featurette on Slate the other day, StinkyLulu's sorta been stewing. In the piece -- The Movie I've Seen the Most: Films that Spike Lee, Peter Farrelly, and Paul Schrader watch obsessively -- a pile of movie types are asked: "What movie have you seen the most?" Fair enough. And an interesting enough list of fascinating films...

But what's got Lulu stewing is that most of these people -- when not saying things like "I am not much for re-watching movies I have already seen" (feh!) -- boasted of having watched their "most watched" movies 8 or 9 or maybe 10 times... Which worries StinkyLulu a little. See, there are a handful of films that StinkyLulu has easily seen more than 50 times, a few more than 100x. Only a handful Slate's cineastes profess to having seen certain films 10s of times, let alone more than that...

So, it only seemed right to check in with you, lovely reader.
Is StinkyLulu an especially wierd movie freak? Does your film obsession have you sampling the whole buffet, rather than gorging on a favorite dish? Or are there movies that you too have -- by choice -- seen twenty? or fifty? or eighty times?

To kick things off, StinkyLulu's offering the SIX titles that Lulu's seen the most. Theatrical screenings are weighted, but even partial screenings on cable count too. (Excluding -- of course -- "seasonal" titles, movies that are either unavoidable during certain times of year (ie. It's a Wonderful Life, A Christmas Story) OR features of certain seasons of life (ie. the summer of 1978 when Lulu watched Star Wars 3 times a day, every day, all summer long...) Here goes:

The Movies StinkyLulu's Seen The Most

West Side Story
The movie that Lulu's most loved and most loathed (with an equal passion) for more than 25 years. Some of the best -- and worst -- performances ever captured on film. Robert Wise's banality combines with Jerry Robbins' genius in ways both gorgeous and garish. And then there's "Cool"...

Carrie
Always the challenger in the battle with West Side to determine which movie is StinkyLulu's true favorite. DePalma's ridiculously tricksy imagery combines with a decadent load of great actresses (in lead, supporting and bit roles) and a perfectly blended (just enough magic/gore/camp/genuine fright) horror narrative. All that and what is possibly StinkyLulu's favorite screen performance ever (Sissy Spacek as Carrie White) to boot.

Fame
The 1st movie lil Lulu screened -- by choice, often alone -- more than 100 times. The first movie to fold into StinkyLulu's dreams. The characters and the actors who played them still have a strange, mysterious & enduring place in Lulu's heart... (Sometimes Lulu actually has the thought: "Wonder if Coco ever got that career going..." Tragically, that's no lie.)

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
StinkyLulu's first experience with "appointment television" -- way back before the VCR, Lulu would clear the afternoon & evening for the annual broadcast of this film. A much more important annual ritual than the one about the Kansas girl. As the years have passed, Lulu's come to adore the wacky kooky first half of the film (which lil Lulu loathed) almost more than the second half. And, really, who has ever heard of a snozberry?

Gourmet Cheese Platters
Including The Women, Fried Green Tomatoes, SoapDish, Steel Magnolias, Terms of Endearment, The Joy Luck Club, Ya-Ya Sisterhood, The Color Purple, The Turning Point, etcetera...
Behold - The Power of Cheese. And, yes, this is almost cheating. But StinkyLulu's easily sniffled and giggled through each of these films upwards of 10x - EACH. And after a while, it's tough to tell them apart, let alone keep score. But through it all, the Oscar-baiting genius of the women in these flicks causes Lulu's clicker to screech to a halt & just watch: again and again and again and again. It's a sickness. But a tasty one.

X2: X-Men United
The only film from the '00s to make this list. Mostly because Lulu saw it 7 times in the theatre. And dozens of times since via dvd or cable. The queerish allegory stirs something deep but really it's simply the giddy pleasures of the film's basic narrative -- finding and using one's special powers -- that keeps Lulu just happy to visit and revisit this film. (Plus everyone's real pretty & they have cute outfits.)

MORE FILMS THAT MEET THE 10+ CRITERIA BUT DIDN'T QUITE MAKE THIS LIST:
Coal Miner's Daughter, School Daze, Selena, The Wizard of Oz, Cabaret, Sixteen Candles, Do The Right Thing, All That Jazz, Suddenly Last Summer, Sweet Charity, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Girl6, Xanadu, Grease (I and II), Cruising...oh well, you get the idea...



And what about you, lovely reader?
What are THE MOVIES YOU'VE SEEN THE MOST?
Post in comments or on your own site, but...do tell.

3.20.2006

Cher Does West Side Story?!?

StinkyLulu's been thinking about Cher today. (Can't think why...)

So just imagine Lulu's surprise when what should arrive in today's mail? But Cher's 1998 "stream of consciousness" (aka ADD) autobiography, The First Time.

It was sorta a surprise cuz Lulu got it via PaperBackSwap -- StinkyLulu's latest bookfiend obsession -- so, even though Lulu ordered it, the vicissitudes of media mail mean that one just never knows when which wondrous tome will arrive... And lo, today, it was CHER!!!

But, lovely reader, StinkyLulu needs your help!
On page 37, LaCher shares (say that 3-times-fast!) about "My First Broadway Fantasy":
My mom loved to buy cast albums...but my favorite was West Side Story. The others were period pieces with older characters, but West Side Story was about young people in a modern setting; I could relate to it. I'd never been to New York, and the movie version didn't come out till years later, but I could look at the album cover and visualize the rest.

I was shy but I loved to put on shows for my mother and sister. Except for West Side Story; that one was always private for me. I'd wait till nobody else was home, and then I'd turn up the volume on the record player full blast, and I'd dance around the living room singing all the parts. I identified with every character, not just the women. It takes a long time to learn a whole cast album, and I kept working on that musical for months. I never showed it to anyone, not even my mom. Years later, I played all the parts of West Side Story in a TV special I did. (Those months all alone in my living room really paid off.
Cher? All the parts in West Side Story? Wowiekazowie!
Does anyone know which Cher special this happens in?
StinkyLulu needs to know...

2.20.2006

Monday Monday

What StinkyLulu's Been Thinking About All Day:

Original Broadway Cast of West Side Story
Winter Garden Theater, New York City, 1957.

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