
From the “Good Excuse To Stay In Town Over The Holiday Weekend” Department comes a 3-day marathon of movie musicals at Lincoln Center’s Walter Reade Theatre. The mix is eclectic - M-G-M studio heyday gems like Meet Me In St. Louis and Singin’ In The Rain and rock movies like Prince’s Purple Rain and The Who’s Tommy with some Busby Berkeley, Fred and Ginger, and Rodgers and Hammerstein along the way. You gotta love a festival that has the chutzpah to schedule a sing along screening of Grease at 12:45 on a Friday afternoon and the perversity to follow that womanizing Pal Joey with The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I have no idea about the differences between a “studio print”, an “archive print”, or a “new print” but the “new remastered print” of The King and I sounds like it should be big-screen eye candy. It’s very cool that Milos Forman’s Hair is in the line-up: made too late to capture the hippie era and too soon to work as nostalgia, it’s due for another look now that the stage revival is one mad hot ticket.
Here are three I’m going to do my best to see this weekend:
OLIVER!
I haven’t seen it in about ten years, but the Best Picture-winning Oliver! is my all-time favorite movie musical.(’Cause Robert Altman’s Nashville doesn’t really count as a musical, does it?) I still vividly remember having to wait for weeks to see it when it was first released, back in that dinosaur era when the theatres showing whatever won the Oscar would be jammed with desperate mobs for months. Finally, at 11 am one morning in 1969, I saw Oliver! and my little mind was blown. I’d never seen a musical drama before, nor any movie as visually beautiful. (At the time, the sets for Oliver! were the largest ever constructed indoors.) And, having not yet read Oliver Twist, I was more than a little shook up by the Dickensian worldview. As with anything that captivates in childhood, I feared that I’d snicker at the movie as an adult, but it has never failed to totally engross and to fill me with admiration for its meticulousness and integrity. (Director Carol Reed’s impressive attentiveness to detail disappears whenever Ron Moody mimes playing the flute - I cringe every time). The movie is also, I’ve come to realize, one of the rare movie musicals that improves on the stage version. When first released on home video, the film was artlessly cropped and carelessly transferred, making mud of its rich cinematography. The movie’s long and wide shots demand that it be seen on a big screen: if this is a good print, it will have been worth getting up early on Sunday morning.
CABARET
I don’t see any good reason to pass up seeing a Bob Fosse movie on the big screen at this point. Unless it’s Star 80. Plenty of brilliant theatre directors have proved pedestrian or inept at moviemaking but Bob Fosse, able to make theatricality look dynamic rather than staged on film, was genius of both.
VIVA LAS VEGAS
I’m not going to claim that Viva Las Vegas is a good movie - who could? Even Elvis’ magnetism can’t pull you through some of the ho-hum dialogue scenes, and you may wish they’d drop all pretense of a plot because it’s a time-waster that no one seems to care about save a peripheral character actor or two. But Elvis and Ann-Margret make a ludicrously hot couple, and their musical numbers are retro nirvana. I’m almost certain that this is the only Elvis movie to pair him with a female co-star given about as many musical numbers - he may sing more, but her dancing evens the score. Their duet “The Lady Loves Me” is a camp delight but the movie’s real high has them on a dance floor that looks like a roulette wheel. It’s like a call and response between his pelvis and her hips. Somehow, it’s both laughably kitsch and dirty-sexy.
Wishlist for next time: Kiss Me Kate in 3-D, The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, Yankee Doodle Dandy, Sweet Charity, Porgy And Bess and, to round out the Ann-Margret musicals trifecta, Bye Bye Birdie.














