The Songs That Stopped Me Hating Musicals
For as long as I can remember I've had a severe allergy to musicals. However, slowly but surely I'm being converted, thanks mostly to these songs

Stewart Lee once described musical theatre as combining “the worst aspects of music with the worst aspects of theatre to create a mutant hybrid that is the worst form of live art that exists”, and for a long time I was inclined to agree. The extravagance, the jarring switches in emotion, the histrionic singing and the massive, overblown orchestrations never did anything for me but make me feel violently ill.
However, whilst an appreciation of musical theatre still alludes me to a certain degree, much to my girlfriend’s chagrin, I have begun to see the brilliance of movie musicals, so much so that I now lament the genre’s demise and get excited at the possibility of another being released. There are so many great songs to have come from the cinema, but these are the ones that taught me to love the genre.
Pure Imagination – Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory
The more I think about it, the more I think that this is my favourite film. Gene Wilder’s performance is impeccable, his singing voice sweet and hypnotic, and this song just holds me in the palm of its hand. It’s that first cut to the factory, which as well as being an array of sweets, confectionery and chocolate, still looks like a factory, just one of the many mistakes Tim Burton made when making his bastardized version, and it’s the combination of the awe inspiring and the unsettling that makes this scene so iconic.
Scrooge – The Muppets Christmas Carol
You’d have to be a cold, cold person not to like The Muppets. As cold as Ebenezer Scrooge, you might say! But remember guys, at the end of A Christmas Carol even Scrooge is won over by the magic of Christmas, so if you have a friend who doesn’t like The Muppets then you best endeavour to confront him with the demons of his past in order that he realise that Gonzo is one of the greatest characters ever created. This film is obviously a Christmas staple, but truth be told, there’s not a day goes by that I don’t feel like watching it.
Lonesome Polecat – Seven Brides For Seven Brothers
The plot for Seven Brides And Seven Brothers is…well…it’s a little rapey to be honest with you. A burly woodsman gets married to a pretty country girl who is shocked to find that her new fella lives in a cabin with his six brothers. She convinces them they’d be much better off with a bride, and so they essentially ride into town and steal a bunch of women! The townsfolk are furious, especially the Dads, but eventually Stockholm Syndrome sets in and everyone gets married. As far as film messages go, it’s up there with Grease’s “slut up to get your man” shtick, but the music in it is sublime, with this song the standout.
Singin’ In The Rain – Singin’ In The Rain
If I could be any man from history, I’d probably choose to be Gene Kelly. In fact, I’d give my left foot to be able to dance like him, though that would obviously impair my dancing skills…though I’m sure if Gene Kelly lost a foot he’d still be far more graceful than I am. Motherfucker can dance on roller skates for crying out loud. Singin’ In The Rain is a Hollywood classic for a very good reason. The musical numbers are beautifully choreographed and brilliantly orchestrated, the jokes have stood the test of time brilliantly, and it’s a brilliant analysis of the conversion from silent to sound cinema in Hollywood – much, much, much better than The Artist, since you didn’t ask.
My Forgotten Man – The Golddiggers Of 1933
Another classic from Hollywood’s early days, Golddiggers Of 1933 is interesting in that its plot is centred around a crisis of unemployment in the movies. Generally whenever musicals have a go at social commentary it ends up being at best, very didactic, and at worst very, very cheap (Hairspray, Spring Awakening, I’m looking at you). Golddiggers is neither of those things, as this incredibly powerful closing number attests to. There were sequels made, but none of them hold a candle to the original.
Hey Big Spender! – Sweet Charity
Containing probably the dirtiest horn section of all time, Hey Big Spender is the flagship song in this excellent musical. It’s great on stage, but the way the film showcases the darkness and seediness of the strip club here is unparalleled. Bob Fosse too is a legendary choreographer and here you can see why, the mannered, almost robotic movements of the girls combined with the lengthy point of view shot serve to remove any trace of glamour from the scene. Hey Big Spender is a war cry from a group of desperate, disenfranchised women, and we’re the ones they’re screaming at.
Say It To Me Now – Once
Once is probably the best musical of recent years, so good that I know people who will fervently deny its status as a musical, guilty of the same prejudice against the genre that I was before I had heard all of the songs in this list. It may not have song and dance numbers, it may be direct sound, but there’s no denying that the songs are integral to the flow of the narrative, which to my mind makes the film a musical. In this opening scene the relationship between “boy” and “girl” as they are known is wonderfully established, the camera curiously moving forward towards this wailing busker, before pulling back to reveal the girl who’s been watching all along.
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Couldn't agree more with a few of these (not so keen on 7 Brides tho...). King of the hill has to be Singing in the rain, but Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is a good pick. Saw this brilliant piece on the very excellent Letters of Note site about Gene Wilder's attention to detail while playing Willy Wonka -http://www.lettersofnote.com/2012/06/part-of-this-world-part-of-another.html As for just about every other musical (particularly anything by Lloyd-Webber) think I'd rather go through water-boarding for an hour.
Great piece I love my musicals and I totally disagree with Stewart Lee's description of what they stand for, although Glee is exception because it's awful. A tad disappointed that The Sound of Music didn't make the list but I'm glad to hear that you've found an appreciation for the genre.
Still can't do sound of music. Baby steps.
I'm not a big movie goer (isn't that a horrible phrase?) our local cinema still hasn't got round to showing ET yet so most of the films I see are those watched by the weans. I've seen Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory many MANY times and each time a part of my soul dies. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy fun (in fact 'Fun' is my middle name) but from its clunking clanking overture to its depcition of the Great Glass Elevator tragedy of 1971 this film seems to have had 'fun' appropriated to it where in reality none exists. It's my quest to remove the notion that this is a 'fun' film from the collective conscience of society. To reaffirm my 'fun' credentials the original text is one of Roald Dahl's best - and that's saying something. A witty, cautionary tale on the dangers of greed with Charlie emerging as the classic underdog proving that a good heart will always win and conquer all and that nice things happen to nice people. Not in the film though. In the film he's a wee shithouse. A weedy, whining runt who runs several paper rounds so he can lay a guilt trip on Grandpa Joe by squandering his week's wages on 'baccy for the bed ridden OAP. When opening his one and only shot at escape the Wonka lottery offers him he whines 'I have just as much chance as anyone...don't I?' No you fucking don't! Veruca Salt's dad has devoted a whole production line to the unwrapping of chocolate bars - you've got one you little prick. Good fucking luck! Did you win? No? Good! Let that be a lesson to you that the lottery is a tax on the poor - now get back out in the cold Grandpa Joe wants a bottle of brandy tonight. And there he is. Grandpa Joe. Bed ridden since nineteen-canteen along with the other three non-speaking parts he sits gathering dust and bedsores. 'Unable' or unwilling to move or heaven forfend get a job so he can provide food for his family and relieve his daughter drudgery this euphonious scrounger suddenly becomes the Lower East Side's answer to Gene Kelly when Charlie turns up waving the final Golden Ticket. I knew you could do it Charlie! Aye, and I knew you could walk you lazy bastard! Grabbing nothing more than his hat, coat and brolly he back-summersaults out of his four-in-a-bed and huckles Charlie up the road to the gates of Wonkerland so he claim what's rightfully his. Best had watch the Daily Mail don't spot you Joe! I have no problem with yer Gloop, yer TV, yer Beauregarde and yer Salt these people are meant to be horrible. They there to show that greed and envy will be your undoing. If only Charlie and his avaricious Grandpa had any decency about them. But what about Gene Wilder? I hear no one ask. That forward roll he does and the Oompa Lumpers and err...what else does he do? Yes he's a cruel slave driving monster, an awful uncaring man who traumatises, and possibly injures or kills his guests in order to create a master plan for Wonkacorps.com Unrestricted by health and safety, unions or ethics he casts prize winners (some fucking 'prize' by the way) mercilessly aside, weeding out the chaff in a way that'd make Adolf Hitler uncomfortable. Stuck in the chocolate pipe the young Herr Gloop must have thought 'At least this is better than being down there talking to that twat'. The fact the whole thing is a stitch seems to pass people by. Fabricated with the help of the mysterious 'Snodworthy' to place temptation in the way of juveniles and lure them into doing what kids do so he can punish them.. Doesn't that seem a bit odd? Who does this guy think he is? God? Wonka? Tosser more like. At the end, after playing bad dog/good dog with Charlie's emotions Wonka drops the bombshell that he's dying of clotted cream poisoning and hands over the day to day running of Wonkerland to this beautiful boy. The loyal Snodworth must be fucking livid. The only possible exception to all this, the ONLY person who emerges from this with even a shred of dignity is Charlie's mum. But fuck her. It's a horrible film, full of horrible people, a horrible sentiment and a dubious moral. Only me and Mr Dahl himself seem to have noticed. I said 'Good Day' sir!
Favourite rant of the month, well played that man.
A great read Harry! I like Rain on my Parade and im not gonna lie, On My Own from Les Mis.


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