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Saturday, 1 March 2014

THEATER REVIEW: GENE KELLY, THE LEGACY, AN EVENING WITH PATRICIA WARD KELLY

Gene Kelly in Gene Kelly, The Legacy, An Evening with Patricia Ward Kelly.
To Left Feet

By Ed Rampell

This loving, lively, lyrical tribute to the actor-dancer who starred in and co-directed with Stanley Donen the 1952 classic Singin’ in the Rain is perfectly timed to coincide with L.A.’s rainiest weekend in many moons -- and with the Academy Awards ceremony. Gene Kelly, The Legacy, An Evening With Patricia Ward Kelly is ideal for fans of great hoofing, acting, cinema, song and for anyone who simply enjoys sheer entertainment. Patricia Ward Kelly, who was Gene’s third wife and married to the legend until his 1996 death at age 83, brings her museum and documentarian background to bear on this joyous two hour and 20 minute program without intermission.

Her romp down movie and musical memory lane is well put together, with an archival sensibility. For years, the woman who’d worked with the Smithsonian recorded -- via audiotape, notes hastily scribbled on cocktail napkins and the like -- Gene’s rich recollections of his life and career during the Golden Age of Hollywood and beyond. The tribute includes ample film clips, recordings of songs sung by Gene minus images and Patricia’s personal memories of the motion picture myth and private man she came to intimately know and love off of the silver screen he had made so glittery.

Perhaps the most profound point the show makes is that the athletic Kelly brought a singular cinematic sensibility to choreography, and helped to put the movement into moving pictures. Gene has 14 directorial credits on IMDB.com and he often directed dance sequences in his films, which Patricia stresses were all carefully worked out in advance and were not merely spontaneous spurts of inspired motion. She also noted that he was a versatile dancer who hoofed in many styles, from ballet to tap.

The classic clips presented on a big screen above the Pasadena Playhouse’s stage, where Patricia held forth from, demonstrated that, among other things, Kelly’s choreography expressed character, as well as mood, emotion and thought. The meticulously choreographed so-called “alter ego” pre-CGI special effects sequence in 1944’s Cover Girl, wherein Gene's dance partner is none other than himself, is a depiction of a dualistic, divided, conflicted self -- if not of schizophrenia. (In another projected scene in Vincente Minnelli’s 1948 The Pirate Gene sings a witty Cole Porter lyric that rhymes the Spanish word for girl, “niña,” with schizophrenia, as he promiscuously woos a series of Caribbean senoritas in one sexually dizzying dance number.)

Like all great artists Gene revealed his inner self through his work. Patricia tells us that a scene in 1950’s Summer Stock with Minnelli’s wife and his Pirate co-star, Judy Garland, was among Gene’s favorites. In it Kelly reveals his deep, abiding love for both show biz and Garland, whom Gene believed, Patricia tells us, to have been the smartest and sexiest woman in Hollywood. (She also quips that it’s hard for Patricia, who was 46 years younger than her husband, to be jealous of romances, on- and perhaps off-screen, that took place before she was even born.)

In terms of self revelation, Gene often exudes an onscreen exuberance, whether hoofing opposite the animated mouse Tom in 1945’s Anchors Aweigh or performing the watery title number in Singin’ in the Rain. In one black and white clip the singin’, dancin’ Gene stops traffic as he croons that because a woman loves him, he likes himself. Perhaps, like many performers, Gene craved love and needed the adulation of an audience?

During the tribute, the Pasadena Playhouse’s stage is bare except for a number of boxes -- but you’ll have to see this show for yourself to find out the role they play in Gene Kelly, The Legacy, An Evening With Patricia Ward Kelly. This being La-La-Land, Patricia also dishes and one of her gossipy tidbits deals with 1969’s Hello, Dolly! According to Patricia, the feud between co-stars Walter Matthau and Barbra Streisand was, Gene said, actually instigated by Matthau. In retaliation, La Streisand can be seen onscreen turning her feathery hat into Matthau’s face. And speaking of faces, Patricia also reveals how her late husband received his facial scar.

I asked Patricia if it was true that clean Gene had been progressive and she replied that he had been very progressive and leftwing. (Kelly’s first wife, actress Betsy Blair, whom I’ve also met, was either a dues paying, card carrying member of the Communist party U.S.A. or a fellow traveler of the party.) During her onstage comments Patricia noted that Gene stumped for John and Bobby Kennedy -- his fellow Irishmen -- when they ran for president.

One thing that the third Mrs. Kelly didn’t mention, but what is obvious in some of the film clips, is that in stark contrast to the dapper Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly adapted an onscreen proletarian persona. He wore blue jeans and T-shirts (before Brando did!) in movies such as 1947’s Living in a Big Way and sailor’s whites in 1949’s On the Town (with its great on location Manhattan shots and Frank Sinatra, who had his own lefty sympathies, once upon a time). No tails, tuxes or top hats for this working class hero, who emerged during America’s anti-fascist Popular Front era.

As we count down to the Oscars, Gene Kelly, The Legacy, An Evening With Patricia Ward Kelly, is a glorious reminder of the man and genius behind 1951’s An American in Paris, which scored six Academy Awards, including for Best Picture, and was nominated for another two. A good time was had by all who attended this wonderful tribute.



Gene Kelly, The Legacy, An Evening With Patricia Ward Kelly runs tomorrow, 2 p.m. at the Pasadena Playhouse, 39 South El Molino Avenue, Pasadena, CA 91101. For more info: Gene Kelly Show; (626) 356-7529.

 

Thursday, 26 April 2012

TRIBECA 2012: BALLROOM DANCER

Vyacheslav "Slavik" Kryklyvyy in Ballroom Dancer.
Dancing with tears in his thighs

By Don Simpson

Vyacheslav “Slavik” Kryklyvyy is an award-winning ballroom dancer who comes out of a long retirement to compete alongside Ania Melnikova, a much younger female partner with whom he is also in a relationship. Christian Bonke and Andreas Koefoed’s keenly observational documentary, Ballroom Dancer, proceeds to discuss the tug of war between age and competitiveness, when one’s body can no longer keep up with the lofty ego of one’s self. Kryklyvyy may prance around like a peacock, but in actuality he is no longer in control of his own destiny. It used to be that Kryklyvyy could do whatever he wanted on the dance floor, but now Kryklyvyy’s 34-year-old body is holding him back.

Along the same lines, Kryklyvyy’s partners used to obey his every whim. But modern women -- including Melnikova -- are less inclined to put up with his patronizing and machismo attitude. It is as if Kryklyvyy has been in a time-capsule for most of his retirement. And since Kryklyvyy last stepped out on the dance floor, the roles of men and women have changed.

Pushing onward despite innumerable hurdles, Kryklyvyy must face frustration and depression head-on. Kryklyvyy is still great, but will he ever be the greatest? Will Kryklyvyy ever be able to consider something less than number one to be a success?

Wednesday, 13 April 2011

IFFLA 2011: THE BENGALI DETECTIVE

Rajesh Ji in The Bengali Detective.
Fighting crime one groove at a time

By John Esther

Meet Rajesh Ji. He is a detective in Kolkata (AKA Calcutta) who cracks the case where the corrupt police fail or when a concerned spouse needs him. In his off hours, he tends to his ailing wife and fantasizes of one day becoming a dance star. 

Acquired for "remake rights" by Fox Searchlight Pictures at Sundance Film Festival 2011 -- where it was an audience favorite, too -- director Phil Cox's documentary has a lot going for it.  Ji and his mates are ordinary folks working through a labyrinth of corruption and dishonestly. From exposing cases of counterfeit hair oil to a middle class woman who hires the group to spy on her abusive husband, their findings, albeit successful, are not necessarily pretty. 

Even uglier, the private eyes are investigating a triple-murder (the police will not rule it a homicide) in a country where 70 percent of all murders remain unsolved.  Where you would most like to see them succeed is where the odds are too great, and the results are tragic. 

If things were not bad enough in the workplace, at home is where the heart is breaking. Ji's sick wife is getting sicker and the doctors at the hospitals offer little hope. 

Against this backdrop of despair Ji and the others train for an upcoming TV dance contest. Considering his dire straits, one wishes Ji could succeed here. Yet as comical and amusing as the dancing is for the viewer, in Ji's heavy shoes this aspiration is going to be another disappointment.

Through these struggles Ji remains optimistic, sometimes relying on self-preservation delusion. 

Considering the plights and perils of Ji, it may seem somewhat surprising how unsympathetic he remains. When he is not hamming it up for the camera, Ji reasons rather wrongfully on the state of things, especially when his conscience confronts his pocketbook. His methods for solving crimes at times are highly questionable and his parenting skills could certainly improve.

In other words, this dancing-detective-solving-crimes-while-his-wife-dies documentary is about a rather ordinary human being and not some fictional hero.

We shall see what the remake team does about that.


The Bengali Detective screens tonight, 9:15 p.m., ArcLight Hollywood. For more information: IFFLA 2011.