Cabaret (1972) **

As a child I was mesmerized by Judy Garland in The Wizard of Oz (1939).  Perhaps it was Dorothy’s childlike innocence and sweet voice that made me love that film so much.  The same cannot be said for Garland’s daughter Liza Minnelli’s Oscar-winning effort in Cabaret (1972), in which she plays a character who definitely doesn’t sing sweetly and is far from innocent.  Just let me say it: I have never enjoyed watching director’s Bob Fosse’s Cabaret—mainly because I don’t like Minnelli. 

Throughout her career Minnelli has played frantic, nervous women who seem on the verge of mental collapse. As such, I feel like she’s playing the same character over and over—herself! Now, I’m not saying that she didn’t deserve the Oscar she won for her portrayal of Sally Bowles—the competition was rather weak that year, sans Maggie Smith—but there’s a reason her film career went in the toilet after the Arthur movies: lack of range.  What works on Broadway doesn’t always translate to the big screen—just ask Nathan Lane and Carol Channing.  With that said, let us now discuss the film that unjustly won Fosse a Best Director Oscar over Francis Ford Coppola (yet another gripe I have with this movie).

The story takes place in 1931 Berlin, during the waning years of the Weimar Republic. With Nazism on the rise and the Depression in full swing, we find our story set in a seedy cabaret and in the rooms of a rundown boarding house.  Sally Bowles (Minnelli) is a performer at the Kit Kat Club, but wants to be a movie star. In between sidling up to customers with deep pockets she looks for a chance meeting with G.W. Pabst or Emil Jannings.  While she might not encounter any German film luminaires, she does come across bi-sexual Brit Brian Roberts (Michael York), who has just arrived in town to tutor Germans on the art of the English language. After convincing him that he must stay at the boarding house where she resides, Sally does her best to turn Brian into a heterosexual. This effort is complicated when rich aristocrat Max (Helmut Griem) comes into their lives. Both Sally and Brian become romantically involved with Fritz; thus, creating one of the strangest love triangles in film. The plot becomes further complicated when Sally become pregnant—who is the Baby Daddy? Who cares…

I never read Christopher Isherwood’s 1951 play, I Am a Camera, so I don’t know how prevalent the rise of Nazism was in it.  For me, there is an odd disconnect in how Fosse brings Nazism in and out of his story. There is the subplot romance between Fritz (Fritz Wepper) and Natalia (Marisa Berenson), where he is afraid to admit he is a Jew but must to marry the woman he loves, and we see a few people get beat up by Brown Shirts, but I don’t know that I agree with how Fosse inserted these elements into the overall film.  They often seem like afterthoughts, or worse, social conscience plot contrivances.

The only thing that I mildly enjoy about Cabaret are the musical numbers—and even those are less than one would like.  Joel Grey won a Best Supporting Actor Oscar for his role as the master of ceremonies at the Kit Kat Club. He performs in almost all of the crass musical numbers, and serves as some omnipresent third eye in the Brian/Sally/Max saga and the rise of the Nazis. Most of the songs satirize the Nazis—hence, why some warned Cabaret might turn out to be Fosse’s Springtime for Hitler—and are smartly composed.  Still, when I watch a musical I want to be wowed by memorable lyrics and/or spectacular dance numbers.  Other than Minnelli’s final rendition of “Cabaret” I can find no song that I remotely found stayed with me after a few hours of seeing and hearing it.  Sure, Rolf Zehetbauer, Jurgen Kiebach, and Herbert Strabel do wonderful jobs with the film’s art direction (they won Oscars), but atmosphere alone does not make me love a musical number. 

I expect many disagree with my assessment of Cabaret. Okay. For me, it is a mildly entertaining period musical.  While it might have superior artistic merit when you compare it to that other 1970s musical, Grease (1978), it is far less enjoyable to watch.  Heck, I enjoyed Fosse’s All That Jazz (1979) more than this—and that wasn’t a particular favorite, either.  Perhaps that’s it: I just don’t get Fosse. And, when you couple this cognitive defect with my overall dislike of Minnelli, you get a less than resounding review of a film that so many people seem to admire. 

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All That Jazz (1979) **1/2

This is vanity at its most pretentious. Fellini had his 8 1/2 (1963) and director Bob Fosse had his All That Jazz (1979). Like Fellini, there is much to like about a Fosse production, but there are also, like Fellini, quibbles to be had, too.  Films with an autobiographical bent can sometimes become too fantastical, and, well, self-indulgent—there are elements of both in All That Jazz.

Joe Gideon (Roy Scheider) is a successful director of films and musicals, as well as a gifted dancer and choreographer. But, he’s also a chain-smoking, womanizing workaholic on the verge of a massive coronary. He starts his days off by listening to Vivaldi’s Concerto in G, popping dexedrine, and smoking a pack of cigarettes before breakfast.  In what can only be described as an extended ostentatious reflection, the audience gets to eavesdrop as Gideon discusses his life with a scantily-clad Angel of Death (Jessica Lange)—with  over-the-top Fosse musical numbers scattered in for good measure.  By the end of the film you are either pleased as punch with the ending or asking yourself WTF just happened—or perhaps both. 

Well, it wouldn’t be a Fosse film if there wasn’t singing and dancing, so let’s start with the musical numbers.  I love musicals, but for some reason I didn’t really like any of the numbers in All That Jazz. Sure, I loved hearing George Benson’s “On Broadway” at the start of the film, but found myself overly-taxed by watching the infamous cattle call at the beginning.  Then, there’s “Take Off with Us”. The first part is palatable, the second part is one step above soft-core porn, and, as such, not my cup of tea.  And, finally, there is the series of numbers relating to Gideon’s impending demise: “After You’re Gone”, “You Better Change Your Ways”, “Who’s Sorry Now,” “Some of These Days,” and “Bye Bye Life”. The production designs and costumes are interesting (both won Oscars), but the musical numbers seemed lacking. 

Then, there’s the acting.  Scheider was nominated for an Oscar, and overall I think he does a nice job of showing what a complete hedonistic ass Gideon is. I suppose before he started making Jaws sequels he was a decent actor. Still, I didn’t think his was the standout performance. I particularly enjoyed Leland Palmer as Audrey, Gideon’s ex wife, and Erzsebet Foldi as Michelle, Gideon’s daughter.  My two favorite parts in the film involve the scenes where the two of them dance with (or in the case of Audrey, around) Gideon.  The complexity of his relationships with Audrey and Michelle shine in these two particular instances, and give much more depth to Gideon’s personality.  As for the rest of the cast, they are passable—except Deborah Geffner as Victoria, who plays her character as though she is really in a soft-core porno. 

So, I’m not exactly raving on this, am I? Still, I gave it a **1/2 rating, so I guess I should say why.  I think Fosse tells the story in a highly unusual and entertaining way.  Yes, it can be pretentious at times, but the way he puts all of the varying parts of the story together to meet at a pretty startling conclusion is inspired storytelling in my opinion.  Alan Heim won an Oscar for his editing of this, but I suspect Fosse had a heavy hand in every single cut.  Sometimes originality doesn’t work, but that is not the case with All That Jazz.

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