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Rashomon Amour

Posted in Dance, Fashion, FILM, MUSIC with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 3, 2018 by dcairns

Fiona was VERY taken with Kay Kendall’s drunk scene in LES GIRLS. I was too, but also taken aback. We’ve all learned, supposedly, to be more sensitive and thus to be a touch affronted at Hollywood’s flip treatment of alcoholism. But I find I’m rarely that bothered by Arthur Housman doing his detailed dipso routine in Laurel & Hardy films. Kendall playing a solitary drinker who gets riotously blotto a la Judith Hearne is a bit stronger. But she does play it magnificently.

Lots to enjoy in this one, even if George Cukor could never be bothered staging his own musical numbers: here he passes them to Jack Cole, so they’re in safe hands.

It’s all a meditation on the nature of truth and the elusiveness of reality, conducted by MGM. Like RASHOMON with better songs. Although not many of the numbers are that memorable — the set design makes the biggest splash when Gene Kelly pastiches Brando in THE WILD ONE.


It’s Kelly’s last real Hollywood musical leading man role, and already he’s somewhat sidelined: you might think making him the object of desire for three glamorous women (Kendall, Mitzi Gaynor and the more obscure Taina Elg, who is actually very good despite the Scrabble-score name — “She’s got a great LOOK!” diagnosed Fiona — some credit belongs to Orry Kelly here). The narrative emerges via three competing testimonies in a libel case, which ought by rights to be delivered by les girls, but Kelly still had enough clout to elbow Gaynor out the way and deliver the denouement himself.

A sexy masterstroke by the naughty Orry — backless dresses that manage to make perfectly decent leggings look as rude as bare bottoms ~

The story is by Vera Caspary of LAURA fame, who must deserve some of the credit for the waspish dialogue. Brandishing a placard at us declaring WHAT IS TRUTH?, the  movie can seem at times too impressed with its own cleverness — a religious sandwich-board would be unlikely to quote Pontius Pilate, methinks — but it’s tastefully lavish, oddball and hugely entertaining, which is what we wanted over the festive period.

Last Christmas Fiona had acute depression, anxiety, horrible medication side-effects, and we both had flu and chronic insomnia and the cat was dying. This year Fiona only broke her ankle slightly so it can be considered a great improvement.


I Don’t Give a Hang(way)

Posted in FILM, MUSIC with tags , , , , , , , on June 9, 2012 by dcairns

Old Jack Cole was a merry old soul.

Regular Shadowplayer La Faustin pointed me in the direction of THE I DON’T CARE GIRL, an iffy MGM Fox musical with some spectacular musical numbers by Jack Cole. Cole is famous for directing the songs in GENTLEMEN PREFER BLONDES and LES GIRLS and SOME LIKE IT HOT, but turned loose on a full MGM musical (though produced not by Arthur Freed but by comedian George Jessel, who appears as himself) he excels himself.

First, the numbers are an object lesson in how to make a limited colour palette even more eye-searing than the typical MGM or Goldwyn rainbow hemorrhage. Second, they turn indifferent songs into funny, entertaining blasts of excitement. Third, they make you go GAY all of a sudden. They should have shown these to Malcolm McDowell in CLOCKWORK ORANGE. Skip the aversion therapy and drugs, just turn him! Of course, he might not be safe to release after that, but it’d on the whole be safer than keeping him in prison…

I don’t really know Mitzi Gaynor much. But she can dance.

Number one features Oscar Levant, MGM’s resident intellectual.

Number two features Levant again, and David Wayne, the child-killer from Losey’s M. They make pretty good combination, better than FEATHERS and FIRE, anyway — was Cole plotting to assassinate his star?

I quite like this song, but the lyric “I’m Eva Tanguay / I don’t give a hang(way)” is really unforgivable.

(Milos Forman tells the story of filming a scene in AMADEUS in an 18th century wooden theatre with candles for stage lighting. An actor wearing elaborate plumage wafted too close to a footlight and flames started to flicker up his costume. Forman watched in disbelief as everybody just carried on as if nothing was happening, including the ablaze singer, despite the elaborate fire drills they had been through. Finally he yelled “Cut!” and got the fire extinguishers in — it turned out the whole crew were so scared of Forman’s temper they hadn’t dared to interrupt a take.)

In number three, you may be able to spot Gwen Verdon and Julie Newmar.