Directed by :
Bill Condon
Writing credits : Bill Condon (screenplay) , Tom Eyen (book)
Tagline : Fame Comes And Goes, Stars Rise And Fall, But
Dreams Live Forever
Cast : Jamie Foxx as Curtis Taylor Jr. , Beyoncé Knowles as
Deena Jones , Eddie Murphy as James 'Thunder' Early , Danny Glover
as Marty Madison , Anika Noni Rose as Lorrell Robinson
Runtime : 131 min

Review:
Dreamgirls is a wonderful entertainment: a musical that, while not
skimping on the music, delivers a multi-layered storyline featuring
complex characters. The average Hollywood musical focuses on
spectacle and, while there's some of that to be found in Dreamgirls,
the movie has loftier goals, many of which it successfully achieves.
If there's one weakness in the film, it's the music. While effective
within the context of the picture, the songs have a generic quality.
Even the standouts are not memorable. Leaving the theater, I was not
seized with the desire to stop at a music store and purchase the
soundtrack. However, this is a minor quibble, and it does little to
impact the viewer's enjoyment of what is sure to be a huge
crowd-pleaser.
Dreamgirls does for the African-American music industry what Boogie
Nights did for the porn business. Despite radically different
subject matter, both movies show the grim reality of the commerce
through the eyes of a few involved characters. The films begin light
and frothy, with a future of seemingly limitless possibilities for
the protagonists, but the arc is one of a gradual descent into an
abyss. Dreamgirls is not as dark as Boogie Nights, but it would be a
mistake to assume that, just because it's a musical, it's
percolating with feel-good moments. Nearly every character takes at
least one metaphorical slap to the face. Dreamgirls is a high energy
production and it is ultimately uplifting, but it doesn't shy away
from dark moments.
The Detroit-based film spans the era beginning in the early 1960s
and concluding in the mid 1970s. At the beginning, we are introduced
to an all-girl trio named "The Dreamettes." They are comprised of
throaty Effie (Jennifer Hudson), pretty Deena (Beyonce Knowles), and
meek Lorrell (Anika Noni Rose). The songwriter for the group is
Effie's brother, C.C. (Keith Robinson). They lack a manager but not
drive. One night, after entering a talent contest, they catch the
attention of would-be player Curtis Taylor Jr. (Jamie Foxx), who has
been put in charge of finding emergency back-up singers for soul
legend James "Thunder" Early (Eddie Murphy). Effie is initially
reluctant - she sings only lead, not backup - but the money and
potential opportunities win her over. Eventually, once Curtis has
developed some clout, he spins off "The Dreamettes" on their own.
For marketing purposes, he pegs Deena as the lead singer, even
though Effie has the best voice. Although Effie accepts the slight
at first, as the group's popularity skyrockets and they begin to
have crossover pop success, Effie's bitterness comes into the open
and the "The Dreams," as they are now known, face their first major
crisis. It will not be their last.
Dreamgirls is all about what sells, and how marketing trumps talent.
This is nothing new in the music business. It has been happening for
decades and, if anything, is more prevalent today than ever in the
past. (How else could one explain the sales of a pretty-but-talentless
singer who shall remain nameless?) Curtis begins with a small dream
to match small ambition. It's a dream he shares with the girls.
However, as doors begin to open and he starts to see where dollars
can be harvested, he becomes a cold, calculating businessman. He
destroys Effie's career because she is "disruptive." He marries
Deena because it's good for their joint images. He courts white
audiences because only by getting airplay on mainstream radio
stations will the group become mega-stars. Effie is the best singer,
but Deena is pretty and doesn't make waves. When product and
packaging are paramount, little else matters. Effie isn't only
removed, she is forgotten.
Dreamgirls is one of those movies that makes you feel like you're
experiencing something, not just watching it. Credit should be given
to adapter/director Bill Condon, who balances music with character
development and doesn't miss a beat. Despite the almost non-stop
production numbers, we still identify with the men and women
populating this film. We feel for them, cheering for their ups and
weeping for their downs. A few years ago, Chicago won a Best Picture
on the strength of its spectacle. The music in Dreamgirls isn't as
memorable, but the performances and character development are
stronger.
The acting is one of Dreamgirls' unassailable assets. One expects a
top-notch performance from Jamie Foxx, who has proven himself to be
among Hollywood's elite actors, and he delivers it. Foxx provides an
unflinching portrayal of how power and greed can corrupt even the
best of men. Eddie Murphy, in a smaller role, has an opportunity for
a flamboyant turn as the James Brown inspired soul singer. (Did
anyone else flash back to Murphy's Brown mimickry from Saturday
Night Live?) However, by providing moments of quiet pathos, the
larger than life character remains anchored. Beyonce is the weak
link as the Diana Ross-inspired Deena. She has the voice and the
looks but exhibits surprisingly little screen presence. Perhaps the
biggest surprise is ex-American Idol contestant Jennifer Hudson as
the pivotal Effie. Not only does Hudson have the pipes, but she
gives a standout performance filled with equal amounts of sass,
brass, and sadness. Although she resides within the long shadow cast
by Broadway's Jennifer Holliday, Hudson is good enough to warrant
mention in the same breath. It's hard to imagine the Academy
ignoring her, although they may have trouble deciding whether she
belongs in the Lead or Supporting character. She's really the heart
and soul of Dreamgirls.
Director Bill Condon (Gods and Monsters) has worked diligently to
"open up" the play without damaging its integrity. Little scenes
often have significant impact, such as a brief shot of Effie and
Curtis outside the recording studio during the July 1967 12th Street
Riot. However, while Condon's direction of the non-musical aspects
of Dreamgirls are forceful, his approach to the numbers lacks the
flair that Rob Marshall brought to Chicago. "And I'm Telling You I'm
Not Going" (Effie's breakout song) remains the production's standout
number. However, although it's presented with near-goosebump
intensity, it lacks the "bringing down the house" power of its live
counterpart. Other songs have faced a similar, if only slight,
diminution in their transition from stage to screen.
These days, musicals are hit-and-miss affairs, but the marketing
department is working overdrive on Dreamgirls, so it seemed destined
for a Chicago-like reception, rather than something similar to what
greeted last year's dismal duo of Rent and The Producers. Dreamgirls
has all the aspects necessary to rouse audiences. It's the kind of
movie people will tell other people to see, and word of mouth
remains the most powerful advertising device. Dreamgirls is good and
at times it touches greatness, and that's more than enough to make a
lavish extravaganza like this a much-praised choice of critics and
non-critics alike. As long as Hollywood can mount productions like
this, the musical - which has been in intensive care for a long time
- will never die.
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