Monday, February 21, 2011
Written (?) by Robert Trachtenberg
Directed by Robert Trachtenberg
Narrated by Stanley Tucci
a documentary biography of gene kelly
Here's an example of a documentary in which the material outpaces the production. I couldn't get enough of watching him dance and hearing him sing, and the history itself was interesting; for one example I didn't know that he consulted with Michael Jackson. It was also great to hear about his influence on cinema of the times and how that influence can still be felt today.
But the thing was a little too cloying. They talk a bit about his perfectionism and a somewhat rocky relationship with Donen (who I didn't realize got his start as Kelly's assistant), but I feel there was more under the surface. The reasons his first wife, one of the main sources of talking head footage, left him were left a little too vague for me.
At the end of the day I learned some things and I got to watch a good amount of his dancing, some of which I hadn't seen before.
Finally, and apropos of something, fuck you, "Glee."
it's about gene kelly so it's good. it's also filled with clips of him dancing which who wouldn't want to watch that? his dancing just makes you smile because it's so awesome. i did fall asleep during the last 10 minutes, not because i was bored, but because my kid wore me out and it was way past my bedtime. kelly gets kind of that super perfectionist, therefore really demanding on other people reputation, but as a fellow perfectionist, i understand. you have to be demanding and kind of an ass to other people if you're going to get that good and that far with what you do. does that make sense? sometimes i just sit and ramble out on the keyboard and i'm not sure if i'm making sense to the readers. writing happens to be one of the things i am not a perfectionist or particularly good at...can you tell? i have never quite forgiven writing for the essay i had to do in 6th grade for the state testing things (topic: who is your hero?) and i had such a bad score, i was pulled from art class for a semester to go to the "special" writing class. i became an artist not an author so i would still like to spit in the eye of writing. mission accomplished with all my run on sentences and bad grammar, and commas, placed, in weird, spots.
gene kelly was the best, most masculine dancer ever. debbie gibson is still my hero.