Full disclosure: I’ve been a professional jazz musician in New York for the past 50 years during which time I have written orchestrations for a number of Broadway shows and have composed several original musical comedy shows.
In The Producers, Max Bialystock and Leo Bloom, in order to insure a flop Broadway show, choose the worst book they can find and hire the most incompetent director, cast and crew. To their surprise and financial ruin, the audience loves their show, and it is a smash hit. The real-life Hollywood musical version of Mel Brooks’ Broadway fable has just been perpetrated on an unsuspecting public. I just spent an excruciating 2 hours and 7 minutes this afternoon trying to find something positive to say about the current movie La La Land.
I don’t normally review movies, but I was so moved by Fences last week, that I had to say something. Also last week, saxophonist Jeff Lederer posted a scathing rant on Facebook after he saw La La Land. My buddy Steven Bernstein replied, “Nobody cares.” I had to check this out for myself. I honestly went to the theater hoping to like it. Within the first minute, I knew this movie was misconceived and totally incompetent. I’ll try not to get too technical in what went wrong, so that non-musicians and non-show biz people will know what they are getting into.
First of all, there are very few movie musicals that I love. Oh, I like West Side Story, Music Man, Guys and Dolls, Carousel, My Fair Lady and a few others, but whenever I watch them, I can’t help but think of the original Broadway productions, which were infinitely better and included the entire score. Movie musicals don’t have enough music. Why is that?
My absolute favorite movie musical is Gigi. It is sheer perfection. The story, the dialogue, the music, the lyrics, the cinematography, the acting, the singing, the dancing—it’s all as good as good gets. Whenever subsequent producers try to make it into a stage production, it falls short. So before you see La La Land, watch Gigi (I’m sure that you can get it on Netflix), so you will know what great is.
The creators of this movie know nothing about constructing a musical. For one thing, there aren’t nearly enough songs. The action in a musical is supposed to take place in the songs. There is way too much talking in this movie. Finally near the end (or what I thought was the end) of the movie, when the actress does her monologue audition, she sings a song instead of talking. At first, my reaction was: why is she singing? Then I remembered that this movie is a musical. It had been at least a half hour since I heard the previous song.
This is how you construct a musical: you create a plot, and then you look for what scenes can be done in song and/or dance. You want to convey as much of the action as possible in music. That’s why they call it a musical.
La La Land opens with a typical production number. I couldn’t understand half the words because the orchestrations were overwritten (too thick, heavy and distracting with nothing interesting musically—throughout the entire movie) and the mix favored the instruments over the voice.
The most important thing in a musical is the lyrics to the songs. This is how the story should be told. If you can’t understand them, and if they are not clever (both of which were the case in this movie), the audience doesn’t know what’s going on and gets frustrated. I would love to hear Steven Sondheim’s assessment of this feeble attempt at musical comedy. Obviously the creators of this movie never read Sondheim’s books on writing for the theater.
My first reaction when I heard that Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone were in this movie was, “Can they sing?” Actually, they can’t, and they can’t dance either. In the old days, movie producers would often cast major stars in musicals and have Marni Nixon sing on the soundtrack. Didn’t anyone suggest getting real singers? Gosling only pretends to play the piano (actually mostly electronically simulated gizmos); why not hire a jazz singer to dub his vocals? He is supposed to be a jazz musician, right?
I guess there’s not much you can do to make it look like these two can dance. It probably never occurred to the writer, director and producer that musicals depend on dancing to keep the story moving visually. This movie moved at a snail’s pace. Frankly, I would have left after the opening number, but I wanted to be fair in writing this piece.
Secondly, movies depicting jazz and jazz musicians are almost always written by people who never met a jazz musician in their entire life. They have no idea what we are about, and they don’t know the music. In La La Land, Ryan Gosling is supposed to be a jazz musician who wants to have his own club. He says he loves, Kenny Clarke and Thelonius Monk, but he doesn’t play a note of jazz in the entire movie. It’s all pop schlock.
Jazz musicians tend to have other jazz musicians for friends. This guy doesn’t have any friends except John Legend, who is a pop musician both in real life and his character in the movie. Obviously the composer, director and producer of this movie have no idea what jazz music sounds like—with the exception of a couple of scenes. One is another band in a club (Gosling talks through the whole number ironically saying that people don’t listen to jazz) and the other is a record being played while Gosling argues with his girlfriend over dinner.
Let’s talk about owning a nightclub. This guy is an out of work piano player. Where in hell is he gonna come up with a couple of million dollars to open a jazz club that looks like the one in the movie? Absurd. Equally absurd is the actress girlfriend producing her own 1-woman show. She’s a barista at Starbucks. And why would a major Hollywood casting director come to see her show? Again, absurd. Throughout this movie I felt like my intelligence was being insulted.
If you want to see a movie that depicts jazz musicians as they really are and has real jazz music in it, I’ll recommend these:
Young Man with a Horn. It stars Kirk Douglas. Harry James plays the trumpet solos and Doris Day acts and sings just like she did in real life back then. The story is pretty good except for the corny Hollywood finish, but I can forgive that.
New York, New York. Stars Robert DeNiro as a fictionalized Georgie Auld. Georgie plays DeNiro’s bandleader and supplies all the great tenor sax solos. The road scenes and DeNiro’s character are funny, ridiculous, but real. I’ve been in those bands and known these people. Two things don’t fit: Liza Minelli as a 1940s band singer and Kander and Ebb’s songs. What saves the movie is Ralph Burns’ perfect score. Ralph was there. He knew. The movie opens on VJ day in a nightclub in Times Square with Tommy Dorsey’s band playing Opus One. I was hooked right away. Scorcese got it right.
The Gig. Cleavon Little plays a professional bassist who takes a 2-week gig with an amateur Dixieland band. Warren Vache plays the trumpet player (who knew Warren could act?) and Milt Hinton supplies all the bass playing. The story is exactly how this situation would play out in real life. Some real insight into what it is to be a jazz musician.
Several years ago I wrote some music for two scenes of The Great Debaters, which was directed by Denzel Washington. One of those scenes was a dance at a Black college in 1935. In order to make the scene authentic, I was hired to write the arrangements and produce the pre-recorded track with my big band in New York. I was then flown to Shreveport, Mississippi to coach the band of college kids who lip synched the instrumental parts. I also was on the set to make sure that every little detail of their performance looked authentic. The props man got everyone amazing vintage instruments, and the costume designer created perfect period gowns and suits.
This scene was originally planned to be about 8 minutes, but wound up being maybe 2 minutes in the final cut. All this detail and expense for 2 minutes near the beginning of the movie. You might say that Denzel was being wasteful, but this is the kind of detail that goes into making a work of art. I’m not saying that the perpetrators of La La Land should have hired me to make their film realistic, believable or even good; but they could have hired a jazz musician to tell them what they don’t know. And while they were at it, they could have hired someone who knows something about musical comedy.
The showing that I attended was sold out. There were about 500 people in attendance. To my surprise, no one walked out. Like I said, I would have, if I wasn’t going to write about it. At the end of the movie, about 10 people clapped for a few seconds. I know it’s silly to clap for a movie, since there are no performers present, but it’s pretty hard not to want to applaud at the end of a musical. After all, musicals are uplifting. The audience filed out of the theater in near silence. I thought this was odd.
I read a rave review of this movie. All I can say is that it has been so many years since the hey day of movie musicals, that audiences (and some critics) don’t know how glorious they can and should be. They watch garbage like this and think it is good or at least acceptable because they don’t know Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly, Leslie Caron, the Nicholas Brothers, Donald O’Connor, Debbie Reynolds, and all the other great performers who lived to sing and dance and were the best of their day. And don’t forget that those lucky performers got to sing Rodgers and Hart, George and Ira Gershwin, Irving Berlin, Cole Porter, Harry Warren and all those other great songwriters.
I’m not saying that we need to make movies like they used to. Actually, this movie tried to do that, but nobody working on it knew anything about those old movies. How about Hollywood letting someone who knows how to make a musical create a movie that comes from knowledge of the tradition, but reflects our modern sensibilities? Now that’s a movie I’d like to see.
I love jazz, I loved the movie. Remember the part when John Legend says you need to look forward and not backwards. This seems exactly your issue. It’s a musical, but it’s not, and if it makes ‘jazz-like’ music more relevant to people today, then all the better. My daughter is 17, liked it, and is now looking up some of the musicians mentioned in the movie, what’s bad about that?
You are a pretentious bag of dicks.
I worked in L.A. as a classical singer during the 80s. I grew up as a fan of old musicals, especially those produced between 1930 – 1970. I was trained in a number of vocal genres, I’ve sung a little jazz, and I’ve been around it and jazz musicians. I couldn’t believe the hype this movie was getting, just from seeing the trailers! Regardless of the genre, the fact that once again non-musicians and non-dancers are given the leads just…is wrong. Without music being taught properly as a normal part of life, people today have nothing to reference. They think this is good. At least in the past when actors were asked to sing or dance, they had some notion of what was decent and how to do it; I dare say the coaches brought in to work with them were more knowledgeable too, and knew just how much the actors could do on their own and how much needed to be dubbed. I’ve enjoyed very few musicals in the last 40 + years, and it’s shocking to me how many of the people I worked with in music like today’s shows. Sad.
Thank you for taking the time to write this! Writing about this truly does matter; I have students who are ranting about the win of La La Land and they are furious. I find it uplifting to hear the ways the next generation is hip to the BS put out there as “Jazz.” I posted this Blog link for them on Facebook. I agree with the entirety of this Blog post and also heartily second Jeff Lederer’s Facebook rant which you reference. I am SICK of this kind of milktoast appropriation of jazz culture. The music was OFFENSIVE and the token exploitation factor off the scale. Additionally, the fact that the actors can’t sing or dance is BEYOND offensive, and also metaphorically representative of the charade we allow ourselves to enact as a culture both politically and socially. That’s a little piece of the puzzle I would like to add: The political parallel is not lost on this movie going jazz singer> corproate interests spending millions on a colonized faux (jazz) story and awarding (electing) a bunch of straight up lies is apparently what “hopeful” film looks like. Talk about subverting authentic hope. This film is escapist schlock. The last thing we need right now. -Katie Bull, jazz vocalist/composer, NYC; Vox News Columnist at New York City Jazz Record 2012-2015; Atlantic Theater Co Acting Studio/Head of Vocal Production; NYU/ATC Studio Master Teacher; Freelance Professional Voice Coach Broadway, film and television for over 25 years.