Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Yes, We Can Can!
She sat down on the steps with me, after our exercise class, and showed me poems while I was putting on my boots. That seemed to fit right in with the earthy, friendly, informal poems about finding Jesus in unexpected places. Like a beauty parlor, doing nails.
Now I promise you that Can-Can, the film made from the Cole Porter musical, was already upstairs waiting by the double DVD/VHS player to be viewed for possible damage, and I did not watch it last night right after the State of the Union address just so I could say, "Yes, We Can Can!" this morning.
But, of course, I hope we can! Common sense changes, straightforward solutions, and collaboration, cooperation, and compromise. How hard could it be?!
Sigh. Well, if the state of the DVD is an omen, alas. It started out beautifully, then had little gasps and spurts of digital malformation (some rather frightening and involving displaced body parts), and finally froze on an utterly fragmented scene shortly after Shirley Maclaine went to jail and got out (who knows how?).
Evidently the plot of Can-Can was changed in the course of its career on Broadway, in revivals, and on film. It was not a big hit in its time, though it was praised and had some memorable songs. Other Cole Porter songs were added to try to make it more popular, but it never fared too well, so my DVD mishap seems to fit right in (like Jesus, on a bus).
Wikipedia tells us that Nikita Kruschev happened to visit Hollywood during the filming of Can-Can and was scandalized, using it to damn Americans for their depravity, sort of like the self-righteous judge in the plot except that he forgot to fall in love with Shirley Maclaine. (Whenever I mention Nikita Kruschev, I have to mention that I looked a lot like him as a baby. A cross between Kruschev and Buddy Hackett, due to the black hair standing straight up on my head when I was born. Fortunately it fell out. And, yes, Buddy Hackett was in The Music Man.)