Okoge review
31 gennaio 2010
By Joe Brown
Washington Delivery Stake Writer
August 27, 1993
Go out, come out, wherever you are: Two frisky imported comedies explore the still-taboo point of gay moving spirit in China and Japan.
"The Wedding Banquet" is a stylish, cross-cultural "Green Card," directed by Chinese director Ang Lee. American Simon (Mitchell Lichtenstein) and naturalized Chinese-born real estate entrepreneur Wai-Tung (Winston Chao) are your typical mainstream Manhattan gay yuppie couple — when we first see Wai-Tung, he's pumping iron at the gym. But Wai-Tung's American life is plagued with guilt because of the flood of "when are you going to get married?" letters from his parents in Taiwan, who go so far as to send their beloved son Chinese computer dating forms.
As a joke, Wai-Tung and Simon return a form filled out with preposterous requirements — a 6-foot opera singer who speaks five languages — and Wai-Tung's parents fly out the impossible dream date to meet him in America.
One of Wai-Tung's tenants is lovely Chinese starving-artist Wei Wei (Taiwanese pop star May Chin), who has lost her job because Immigration is on her tail. At Simon's urging, Wai-Tung agrees to marry Wei-Wei, simultaneously solving her green card problem and placating his parents. "Not to mention the tax breaks for married couples," Simon reminds the business-minded Wai-Tung. Sounds simple, but then Wai-Tung's parents insist on flying over for the blessed occasion, Wei-Wei secretly loves the man she is marrying for convenience, and the little white lie snowballs.
Ang's elegantly orchestrated farce is generous with hilarious moments — preparing Wei-Wei for her green card exam, Simon drills her in every intimate detail of her reluctant "husband's" behavior; Wai-Tung and Simon frantically "de-gaying" their brownstone before the parents arrive — but the "Wedding Banquet" is true to the delicate and complex emotions of all its characters, especially sensitive to the poignancy of parents' disappointment and bewilderment and the conflict between personal freedom and the weight of tradition. The extended sequence at a grand Chinese wedding banquet and its attendant traditions is enchanting.
The title of the wry, dry Japanese comedy "Okoge," is slang for a girl who enjoys the company of gay men — what is impolitely termed "fag hag" in U.S. gay parlance. After watching Goh and his married lover Tochi kiss one afternoon at a gay beach (the gay sex scenes are unprecedentedly frank and sensual), naive single Sayoko develops a fascination for this couple, and offers them her tiny bedroom as secret harbor for their trysts.
Directed by Takehiro Nakajima, "Okoge" has the subversive, unsentimentally farcical feel of a Pedro Almodovar film — at one point a posse of fierce drag queens defends Goh against an attacker, and the convoluted plot evolves into sort of a Japanese "Two Gays and a Baby." This intriguing but somewhat overlong (at two hours) comedy is mostly concerned with the melancholy and frustrating aspects of gay life in Japan, where taboos remain deeply entrenched and there is next to no privacy in puritanical society.
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Annie (1982)
28 gennaio 2010
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I bear a theory wide live-movement movie musicals. I don’t value their waning acceptance in the history favour century is because the public has squandered its interest in singing and dancing. Spirited musicals and TV music videos thrive magnitude all age groups. I think the movie musical has fallen upon hard times because Broadway has changed its course. The stage, noticeably during the 1940s, 50s, and 60s, produced musicals filled with memorable tunes one after another, hit productions take pleasure in “Oklahoma,” “My Fair Lady,” “The Music Male,” “Camelot,” “The Sound of Music,” and “Cabaret.”
Then, somewhere in the late 60s and 70s Broadway at sea its style. For the history thirty-odd years the stage musical has depended largely upon variations of a only musical theme, a good, ear-infectious song that is repeated in limitless permutations, aided by spectacular sets and elaborate costumes. “Annie,” from 1982, may contain been Hollywood’s last snort in terms of a popular screen adaptation of a Broadway stage radio show that overflows with numerous hummable tunes.
I would not advocate, however, that “Annie” will appeal to everyone. Indeed, the music is so saccharine it may cause illness in viewers whose blood sugar is already too high. But, if not, the dusting version of the dais hit is an old-fashioned Lothario. This is especially unexpected because its grizzled, veteran director, John Huston (”The Maltese Falcon,” “The African Queen,” “Treasure of the Sierra Madre,” “The Misfits”), was not a guy who had had event making lightweight musical comedies, nor had he done much engender with children. Nevertheless, “Annie” comes wrong with an unrelentingly upbeat effervescence as grandly as a sometimes dazzling visual style.
The film is based on the elongated-standing cartoon sign, Little Orphan Annie, created by Harold Gray in 1924. The comic strip ran until 1968 and continued in reruns for many years after. The musical opened in 1977, and the movie was made five years later. The juncture production to this day continues to be popular all over the world, and Columbia TriStar’s new DVD release of the movie should make safe its lasting success.
Annie is played by puerile Aileen Quinn, an actress I have not heard much about since the film but who does a good job in the title role, projecting a wholesome vitality combined with a spunky toughness. She noiseless appears to me a bit too much like a Hollywood child star, but she’s at least as affecting as any of the several other kids I’ve seen in the same task on stage. Annie’s story begins in an orphanage in the interest of little girls in Dimple Epoch Green York City around 1932. The orphanage is riff eventually by a boozy floozy named Miss Hannigan, deftly performed by Carol Burnett. She has some of the film’s best lines: “Why anyone would want to be an orphan is beyond me.” Then, “We’re not having hot mush today.” “Hooray!” yelp the girls. “We’re having cold mush,” says Mademoiselle Hannigan. She is not well liked. Annie escapes from the orphanage whenever she can and is always returned by the neighborhood cop. On one of her escapades she rescues a dog, Sandy, from a gang of young hooligans intent on tormenting it, and Sandy becomes her lifelong friend.
Then the main plot kicks in. Goodness Farrell (Ann Reinking), the unfriendly secretary of the multigazillionaire, Oliver Warbucks (Albert Finney), decides the boss’s image needs upgrading, so she persuades him to perform in an orphan since a week. Ten-year-old Annie is the kid Ms. Farrell chooses, much to Miss Hannigan’s chagrin. Unwanted to command, Annie endears herself to the grumpy tycoon as well as to his secretary and his with few exceptions crew. Warbucks when all is said wants to adopt her, while he also begins to perception his show for Ms. Farrell. Also along from the comic strip are Warbucks’ bodyguards–the magician, “Punjab” (Geoffrey Holder), and the valiant artist, “Asp” (Roger Minami).
