First order of business here is to elaborate on a comment I made on the McCarty Blog. We began the briefest of conversations on the Cole Porter biopic "De-Lovely".
In a nutshell, it averages out to an ok. Maybe 2.5 Power Salutes.
No one wants to love this film more than I did. After all, we are mixing Kevin Kline and Cole Porter music with cameos by Elvis freaking Costello and Sheryl dang Crow! Can a movie scream my name louder!? I will share my thoughts on this film in the form of a pro/con list
- This film is beautiful!! The design and costuming all give such a romantic film that I really did find myself with my hand to chest and grinning at points.
- Seamless integration of musical numbers. They could really have screwed this up with all the cameos made by the musical artists, but I honestly loved the way they moved into the musical numbers.
- Casting casting casting.
On the con side:
- The whole film is tied together with this strange "Hey, Cole, let's put on the show of your life" thread that I find a wee bit cheesey. It gave me bad flashbacks to Shawnee Little Theatre's summer 1992 production of Tilghman. I can think of about 2 of my readership who will get this reference but it will be worth it for them. Let's just leave it to say it is a bit contrived.
- I was not left with a song and dance feeling. My trusty movie going sidekick Jill felt that the movie glorified homosexuality but I don't think that is quite it. I think it glorified selfishness. Porter has a near perfect love in front of him but his selfishness keeps him from giving himself over to it. I know that this is the way the story happened, so what do you do? I just left sad for the Porters. I guess I am more romantic than I thought.
Laugh with me that Jill and I were easily the youngest folk in the theatre to see "De-Lovely" and that the pre movie music groove included Morris Day and The Time's "Jungle Love"! Man, we both started dancing in our seats and were surprised at all the lyrics we still knew...but not as surprised as the rest of the movie-goers.
If you are between 28 and 40 I defy you not to sing or dance when you hear "Jungle Love".