I watched two Bollywood films yesterday, courtesy of DRMichael Barnum, followed by the new DVD release of DAMN YANKEES. I confess that Bollywood eludes me, much like Kabuki. I feel I'm watching conventions I'm totally unfamiliar with and it puts me out of the loop. I think, though, that I will give them both another try, maybe next weekend.
After the discussion of DAMN YANKEES, which I hadn't seen in several years (on fullscreen video), it was a treat to see the letterboxed film, which I never caught in the theatres, and to see Gwen Verdon and Bob Fosse do "Who's Got the Pain?" I thought Tab Hunter was wonderful, too pretty to be real, p'raps, but he's the one ballplayer who's synthetic. I also thought his film background was an asset since some of the actors are still playing to the back of the Broadway balcony.
Well, it's really not a very good film, is it? I've been trying to analyze the reasons, so I'll offer a few here:
1. The score and story aren't as good as THE PAJAMA GAME.
2. The main characters, Shannon Bolin and Robert Shafer, don't photograph well, and she's droopy and he's sort of a jerk to sell his soul and leave her, even if he does repent.
3. Rae Allen, who in 1971 gave the best performance of the Old Lady in CANDIDE I've ever seen, is much better in WHERE'S POPPA.
4. A little bit of Jean Stapleton and her sister go a long, long way.
5. As an advocate and supporter of period musicals, particularly ones from 1900-1940, and their often flawed logic, I'm still bothered in a post-Rodgers-Hammerstein era when a character sings a song that's a lie: I love "A Little Brains," but Lola sings about ruining knights and Samson, yet we learn before "Two Lost Souls" that she's only 170 years old and the ugliest woman in Providence, RI.
6. I've always loved Ray Walston, but it's painful listening to him wander around pitch on "Those Were The Good Old Days."
On the plus side, I loved the numbers, and it was great to see cast members I know only from recordings, like Nathaniel Frey and the other ball players, and Gwen Verdon, never a great beauty, made me laugh, cheer, and believe she was the most beautiful seductress in the world.