Just Can’t Stop the Beat
Back in 1988 I talked some college friends at U of A into seeing John Water’s movie Hairspray with me. I loved it. They hated it. I liked the subversive optimism of the film. They didn’t get it. Whatever you think of Divine, she certainly was in this film – kind of trashy, innocent and sweet.
The little movie has had quite a life, becoming a Broadway musical in 2003 and now it will re-premier this weekend on the big screen as a movie musical. People talk about how this film genre is dead, but I think as long as some people depend on movies as an escape pod, the movie musical will live.
Anyway, we’re going to see Hairspray: The Musical this Sunday. In a rare leap of faith that the movie’s re-adaptation(?) will be successful I bought the soundtrack (the only one left at Borders) earlier this week so I could sing along during the film. I promise I’ll just mouth the words.
The soundtrack is really fun. I was glad to hear that the songs keep an inexplicable hope in the future in spite of current circumstances. Tracy Turnblad seems to live as if the big changes have already happened. At a time when I frequently can only think of the battles left to fight, it does me good to hear a more “You just can’t stop the beat” kind of message.