My
sister said that I 'agreed' to watch Cats with her yesterday, aka,
Thursday. At the time, I was deeply
exited about an excursion to my best friend's community college
campus (it's complicated), so I was in the mood to say yes to almost
anything. I forgot immediately afterward what I had promised, and
went right back to whatever it is I do all day.
So Thursday came, and my sister reminded me that we were watching Cats that night.
I was possessed by a horror and a cowardice previously unknown to man. My sister already was a Cats sympathizer, because she likes to play 'Memory' on her violin. Me? I still run away screaming at the mere mention of the word 'Jellicle'. But anyway, on with the review!
"WE WILL EAT YOUR SOUL!!" |
Right
at the beginning there's some really cool theater effects, and no
matter how psychedelic and ridiculous the play is, it's always nice
to see some cool theater effects. And oh my goodness was this musical
psychedelic and ridiculous. There were endless song and dance
numbers, scenes that felt like they had been dancing for hours and
would never stop, and the plot! The actual plot was simple enough to
fit into fifteen
minutes! But it's stretched out with the aforementioned eternal dance
numbers and embarrassing songs.
And
before you say “But Monica, it's a musical,
I thought you knew that when you started watching!”
Yes.
I knew it was a musical. But then again I'm used to musicals with
coherent plots, gorgeous music, no dancing, and characters you
actually care
about. I won't say that Cats doesn't
have one or two touching moments, because it did. Memory was a lovely
scene, staging, singing, music, the whole ten miles. Very beautiful,
but even that wasn't enough to make up for Rum
Tum Tugger.
Don't mind me... I'll just be back here silently praying for my own death... |
I
detest that character and his introductory song as much as it's
possible to hate a fictional character. He was annoying, and was
extremely sleazy. I'm sure him sticking his butt into female cat's
faces while they fall in a faint was supposed to be cute,
but I was still in shock over his costume. Sweet heaven above, is it
POSSIBLE for an outfit to be any tighter? That 'costume' left nothing
to the imagination.
I
was prepared for terrifying costumes and splaying people, but I
wasn't ready for the racy dance numbers. Seriously, that bordered on
inappropriate.
All
that aside, the plot wasn't interesting. No suspense or depth to it
at all, and the middle (scratch that. Make that every scene that
wasn't Memory) was so tedious that I think I might have temporarily
misplaced my mind. Libby tells me that I had to pause the movie and
compulsively listen to Stars from Les Miserables to regain my sanity.
Of course I'm kidding about the loss of sanity thing. I just got
really, really bored and asked my equally bored sister if she would
mind listening to Stars.
I
mean, you know a movie isn't doing it for you when you keep checking
the time and asking yourself “I wonder where we'd be in [so and so
movie] right now...”
The
Verdict: D-
I
can't give it an F (as I feel it deserves
for Rum Tum Tugger's [ahem] icky dance) because of Memory. I can't
believe I just rated something lower
than the Tale of Despereaux movie. But then again, at least
the tale of Despereaux didn't make me want to go out and exterminate
all mice. This movie has turned me off cats for a while. But then
again, my Grandma's cat Luna is a wonderful cat, and if any cat can
make up for this horror, it's her. After all, it's not the cat's
fault silly humans thought this musical would be a good idea!
Maybe some prayers for our kitty, she hasn't been doing very well lately. :( |
URRRGHHHH. I AGREE. The end. :P I DID like some of the songs, though, so I'm not unwilling to LISTEN to it, but...ick.
ReplyDeleteCommenting again to say that I nominated you for the Liebster Award (http://regencynovel.blogspot.com/2014/04/time-for-elevenses-mr-gruber.html)! You don't have to do it; just thought I'd let you know. :)
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you! :)
DeleteI'll be sure to do that soon, I like your questions.