Movie Review - Hairspray

HAIRSPRAYand it isn't long before she's championing racial
Directed and Choreographed by: Adam Shankmanequality and trying to integrate the bandstand.
Written by: Leslie DixonEven her best friend Penny Pingleton (the bubbly,
Starring: Nikki Blonsky, John Travolta, Michelleperfectly cast Amanda Bynes) senses that it
Pfeiffer and Christopher Walkenwon't be long before the cherry lollipop in her
Running Time: 117 min.mouth is replaced with a big black penis.
Aspect Ratio: cinemascope3.jpgThe first thing to catch the viewer's eye is the
Rating:strategy that went into planning each shot so the
★★★☆☆musical numbers would seamlessly cut together.
Given the amount of dirty looks this reporter hasThis isn't the Moulin Rouge Mixmaster approach to
cast towards contemporary Hollywood musicals.editing, nor does director/choreographer Adam
it's a wonder I even agreed to step intoShankman incessantly keep his camera in close.
Hairspray.With the exception of Bob Fosse, most
The 1988 version of Hairspray marked a turningBroadway choreographers don't make an easy
point in director John Waters' scatalogicallytransition to Hollywood director. (Take his directing
delicious career. He went from giving us anpartner Stanley Donen out of the equation and
unrated Divine dinner of dog doody to a PG studioyou have every right to decline Gene Kelly's
film aimed at Middle America. As a filmmaker,Invitation to the Dance.) This is one of those rare
John Waters is nothing without shock.instances where a choreographer envisions the
So much has mortified and offended audiencesway his scenes will play on the screen, not the
since Pink Flamingos first hit the midnight circuit instage.
1972. Nowadays, fart humor has become deAt times, the period décor is responsible for
rigeur even in Disney films. When A Dirty Shameas many laughs as the actors. From mechanical
tried to return Waters to his rancid,Charlie Weaver bartenders to a smoke-filled
ratings-bucking ways, he could barely musterteacher's lounge, production designer David
enough filth to earn an NC-17.Gropman works overtime to give the film its
Waters is the lecherous pervert with the Littleperfect 60s flavor. Bojan Bazelli's bright,
Richard mustache who over the years hasshadow-less, candy colored cinematography adds
become a corporate spokesperson for armchairjust the right amount of bounce that prohibits the
degenerates across America. (He appears brieflyproceedings from becoming dry and listless.
in the remake as a flasher, a concept that wentThe second act wilts due in large part to a well
out with Arte Johnson and Laugh In.) Perhaps theintentioned civil rights subplot that seems out of
most shocking development in the director'splace in this satirical environment. Waters' tongue
professional career was the transformation ofwas firmly planted in his cheek when he tried to
one of his films into a mainstream Broadwayadd a bit of social significance to his version.
musical. Even more outrageous, it was such aQueen Latifah parading her sisters through the
smash that it spawned another Hollywoodstreets of Baltimore bears an uncomfortable
rendition.resemblance to Dream Girls.
It is precisely because Waters sold out that IThe cast is wonderful. Ms. Blonski is a suitable Ricki
found much to abhor in his waste-free original. ToLake clone, a pudgy Connie Francis always poised
make matters worse, as a director he ranksto wow a crowd. Michelle Pfeiffer receives some
slightly above Kevin Smith and William Beaudine.of the film's biggest laughs as the evil station
No one in their right mind has ever attended amanager bent on getting Tracy out and her
Waters show in search of mise-en-scene or otherdaughter (Brittany Snow) in. As Baltimore's
forms of cinematic enlightenment.answer to Dick Clark, James Marsden, with his
Add to all of this the promise of another bigPepsodent smile and patented insincere sincerity,
name actor on the skids (John Travolta) playingshows an unexpected flair for light comedy.
drag in a fat suit, and you may begin toIn addition to Mr. Waters, several participants
understand my trepidation. After suffering throughfrom the original version show up to varying
Moulin Rouge, Chicago, Rent and Dream Girls, it isdegrees of effectiveness. Jerry Stiller is a very
once again safe to see a Hollywood musical.funny man, but even he can't out-shout his
Big girl Tracy Turnblad (newcomer Nikki Blonski) issportcoat. You will have to look quickly for Ricki
in constant motion: she's a Jell-O mold with aLake who pops up unheralded as a talent agent.
wave machine trapped inside. It's 1962 and herWith the exception of an overly affected accent,
dream is to mingle with the beautiful people byTravolta does fine. For some reason this guy is
becoming a regular cast member on The Cornyfated to keep working. He has more lives than a
Collins Show, a daily televised dance party thathundred-year-old tabby. There's even an
features dangerous race music for clean cutanachronistic nod to Pulp Fiction, presumably
white teenagers.thrown in so the younger demographic, lacking a
Her corpulent mother Edna (Travolta) wants toproper historical perspective, will get at least one
shelter her baby from the evils of the world. Atof the in-jokes.
least Edna practices what she preaches. MomHairspray is a standout among this summer's
hasn't set foot out of the house since the 50s.dumper crop of movies. As much as I hate to
Given a chance to audition for Corny (Jamessay it about anything even remotely related to
Marsden), Tracy lands a spot on the show andJohn Waters, this is a perfect film to take the
over night becomes it biggest star...in more wayskids to, especially if they've already already been
than one.exposed to Divine getting raped by a lobster in
While in detention, Tracy mingles with minoritiesMultiple Maniacs.