jakebe: (Entertainment)

West Side Story (1961)

Starring Natalie Wood, Richard Beymer, Russ Tamblyn and Rita Moreno

Written by Ernest Lehman (screenplay), Arthur Laurents (book), Leonard Bernstein (music) and Stephen Sondheim (lyrics)

Directed by Jerome Robbins and Robert Wise

This movie comes with the weight of all its baggage. Granted, a lot of classic movies do, but this one a bit more than most. It's been parodied a lot, and the basic premise (hey, it's a re-imagining of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet!) has been done so often that it's easy to lose touch with what makes this movie special. I'll admit that I didn't know a lot about it going in besides that the Montagues and Capulets were now rival gangs called the Sharks and the Jets, and that there was a LOT of dance-fighting. Both of these things are true, but there's also a lot more going on than it looks at first glance.

Maria (Wood) is the sister of the Sharks' leader, Bernardo (George Chakiris). They're a Puerto Rican street gang encroaching on the traditional territory of the Jets, their Polish rivals. Tony (Beymer), best friend of the Jets' leader and former member himself, falls in love with her right when the turf war between the gangs heats up past its boiling point. Right when both sides are planning an all-out rumble to determine who owns the streets once and for all, Tony and Maria have to try and make their budding romance work while untangling their duty to family and heritage.

This is no straight-up retread. The story is surprisingly and deeply enriched by the change of setting. Maria is caught between two worlds -- the promise of a life in the land of opportunity with someone who genuinely loves her, fulfilling her dream of America; or the close-knit community she has with her family and friends, the small Puerto Rican neighborhood that feels it can't catch an equal break in this country. Maria's choice reflects the basic decision that so many minorities have to make here -- do you follow your optimism and try to blend into the great melting pot of mainstream society, or do you stay with your community and make that stronger, better, livelier? Re-framing Maria's choice as one of honoring the individual vs. honoring the society that individual is born into makes her decision much more complex and difficult.

The plight of the country's inner-city minorities wasn't exactly a huge topic of conversation in 1961; I'm impressed that West Side Story (and the musical it was made from) had the stones to make it the crux of the story. Both the Polish Jets and Puerto Rican Sharks feel like they're protecting the only space carved out just for them -- the wider world (represented by the authority figure Krupke) is hostile and unyielding, and there's only so much space to go around. It's understandable that each group would want to own it; if they're not going to get a fair shake anywhere else, at least they have this small strip of the neighborhood where they can be who they are, make the rules.

It's the possibility of making over a small part of America in their image that resonates so strongly with these two factions. In the song "America", Bernardo's girlfriend Anita (Moreno) sings about how crappy things are in Puerto Rico, how the possibilities are endless here. Bernardo replies with tales of a wall of discrimination between his people and the outside world. If they're going to embrace the American dream, it has to be here and now. They'll have to take the opportunity they dreamed of; no one else is going to give it to them.

The movie's influences extend beyond Shakespeare; a lot of shots were made to duplicate paintings of New York from famous contemporary artists of the day, and co-director Robert Wise fought to shoot within the city. He chose condemned buildings and rough neighborhoods for his sequences to really sell the small, claustrophobic world these two packs of youngsters are roiling in. It's as much Shakespeare as it is New York, a love letter to two disparate things that actually work in surprising harmony.

The songs are breezy and fun, with lyrics that fall off the tongue of the actors so well. That's a specialty of Sondheim, who I happen to like. The actors work insanely hard to create a world where the rough life of gang members can be expressed through something as contrary as choreographed dance, and for the most part it works. I felt myself resisting the conceit with the iconic opening number of the movie before checking myself, and you might need to do the same sort of mental adjustment. This is the world of the movie, this the conceit of the story. If you buy this one thing, accept the story in its own language, it opens up to be quite effective.

So forget what you know about West Side Story; yeah, it's a song-and-dance-infused retelling of Romeo and Juliet, but it's also a mature and complex postcard of life amongst minorities in 1950's New York that's surprisingly intelligent. You can't ask for more from your pop art, really.

Rating: 4/5.

jakebe: (Confusedment)
Today's Workout

Time: 20:00
Distance: 1.70 miles
Top Speed: 6 mph
Calories: 175
Weight: 165.2 lbs

At [livejournal.com profile] lazarusrat's request, I won't be putting stats behind a cut tag. If folks have a problem with it, let me know and I'll just create a filter.

Couldn't manage the whole 30 minutes today. I was wearing boxers instead of boxer briefs, so there was...bad stuff happening, and my calves are burning like mad. I still think it's not enough water, but it might be fatigue as well, so I'll take Sunday off, rest up a little bit and hit it like mad on Monday.

This first week has been pretty surprising. I didn't think I'd be able to run as far as regularly as I have been, so that's definitely a plus. Though the fact that I've somehow *gained* 3 pounds over the week makes me cast a rather suspicious eye on my diet. Am I not eating right? Not eating enough? What the hay is going on here?? I've dropped almost all fast food (literally, the last time I had any was about a week ago, when Tube and I went to Taco Bell), and the food I've been eating at home hasn't been really terrible. I'm kinda scratching my head over that one. Maybe the weight will come down once I start working, and doing a lot more moving around.

Tube and I tried to watch Evita last night, only I started nodding off about 40 minutes in, during one of the best parts. I'm sure this frustrated the otta to no end. ;) The music was actually very good, with just enough Latino flare to spice up the traditional musical arrangements, and the visuals were quite nice as well. The more musicals I watch, the more I'm able to pin down why they don't grab me in a particular way. I think it's just...too much music for me to really connect with. For me, music is...a sort of climax in a movie. You use it sparingly when something major or very exciting is about to happen. When a musical goes from one song to the next to the next, it strikes me as...kind of bombastic. It's all loud, and there's lots of noise and dancing and many other words, it just tires me out pretty quick, I guess. I keep trying to think why something like Moulin Rouge worked for me and most others don't (including, say, Rent), and I think it's just...the value of the spoken word. The characters in Luhrmann's movie lived in a world that was undoubtedly chaotic, but they gave a go at speaking and when they simply *couldn't* express things in any other way, they resorted to song. It gave the music a certain purity, like...these stratospheric emotions I'm having can't simply be *said*. They must be *sung*.

Then there are the...I guess we'll call them modern-day operas. Every piece of dialogue is sung. You have to rely on the lyrics for characterization, plot advancement, context...everything. You also have to keep up with the visual tone, the instrumentation, the arrangement. In most cases, it's just too much. I appreciate...variation, an alternating between word and song. This might make me look slow or uncultured, but that's fine. :) I think I'd like the cast recordings of musicals a lot better than sitting through one, perhaps. It's much easier to focus on the lyrics, which I'd prefer to do anyway.

That being said, I do like Evita, and I plan on watching it. But maybe with breaks every half-hour or so. :)

I had a dream last night about the Bookshop. I was wearing brown short shorts, and late for work. I went to this restaurant on Dickson St. that only exists in my dreams; they make Old World Pizza from scratch, in brick ovens, and the list of toppings reads like an encyclopedia of vegetables and herbs. I was ordering a personal pizza for breakfast, and some root beer for the folks at the shop. For some reason, the cashier just could not get my order right, and this made me even more late. When I finally got there, I was kind of depressed for some reason, and then started feeling really ill by the time I started shelving books. If I were into dream interpretation, I'd say this might be a sign that trying to get another job in used books might not be the best thing right now. But what does my subconscious know?

Now, on to breakfast. Which will probably be two grapes and a cup of yogurt. ;)

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