Two of this year's most anticipated movies are musicals. Steven Spielberg's new "West Side Story" is coming for Christmas, and a film version of Lin-Manuel Miranda's other show "In the Heights" should hit theaters before then. It's a reminder that musicals take different forms, but they're never out of fashion.
We may not see them regain the dominance they had in the 1960s, when four of the 10 best-picture Oscars went to musicals. But even when they seem to be missing at the cineplex, they sneak in sideways — in animation, for instance ("Beauty and the Beast" single-handedly reinvigorated the form), or in dramas with music (Robert Altman's "Nashville" is an all-timer for me, but is it a musical?).
Trying to figure out why I love musicals so much, I watched a random bunch of scenes online (Best. Research. Ever.) and found myself fascinated by a song from "The Pajama Game," a movie I've never seen in its entirety. "There Once Was a Man" is an OK version of the number where the main couple admits they're in love.
The best part comes about halfway through. Doris Day is executing some athletic Bob Fosse choreography, wearing a cropped shirt we're supposed to believe her character feels comfortable in but that Day obviously hated (I mean, who wants their stomach hanging out, even if you're clearly wearing an undershirt that's supposed to look nude?). At one point, the shirt rides up and Day, annoyed, yanks it down so that it meets her pants again.
It's a bit of reality that creeps into the fantasy of "Pajama Game," which takes place in a garment factory where every worker is a Broadway-caliber singer/actor. For the rest of the number, you're aware that Day is singing and dancing her head off, but also that she's uncomfortable.
To me, it's a reminder that all movies — but, maybe, especially musicals — build wondrous worlds for us to get lost in, but real people, on and off screen, have created every second of those wondrous worlds. Even that shirt tug, which director Stanley Donen kept in instead of making Day redo the scene. To me, the best musicals don't show us a pie-in-the-sky vision of what our world could be; they show us what's already amazing or painful or hilarious about the world we live in now.
It's often said that characters in musicals sing when their emotions get too big for dialogue, but honestly, I'd say production numbers are some of the times when movies capture how big real emotions can feel. Everything in "Grease" is fake, but "Hopelessly Devoted to You"? Those feelings are the truth.
Yes, Busby Berkeley musicals and "The Sound of Music" (which I love) show us that there's a better world somewhere, but my admittedly idiosyncratic favorites say that world has been inside us all the time.