Some
movies pivot and omit the musical performance altogether. That’s the
approach Todd Haynes applied to Bob Dylan in “I’m Not There” and John
Ridley took in having Andre 3000 play Jimi Hendrix in “Jimi: All Is by
My Side.” But the alchemy is a reason to dislike the genre. It’s hard to
get the proportions right. It takes some work in, say, “Cadillac
Records” to figure out where Beyoncé ends and Etta James is supposed to
begin.
Rami
Malek has a different challenge in “Bohemian Rhapsody.” He’s not a
superstar playing another superstar. He just has to become the superstar
Freddie Mercury was. Just. And yet
because the movie is mostly scenes of recording sessions, squabbling
and self-pity, Mercury’s stardom is made beside the point — it’s assumed
— so Malek gets to play a charismatic sufferer, -quipster and,
eventually, proud brown gay man. It’s just that this version of Mercury
isn’t terribly exciting without the reward of seeing him vroom-vroom in
short-shorts. The movie rides the roller coaster of biographical cliché.
What’s missing are musical numbers that showcase his showmanship and
eternal capacity for self-delight.
This means more time watching Malek struggle with dental effects
meant to bring his mouth into more realistic alignment with Mercury’s.
Maybe Malek has done the best anyone could with the teeth. But they wind
up bringing something vampiric out of Mercury that I don’t know was
ever there. Either way, the alchemy is off.
In “A Star Is Born,” Lady Gaga (with Bradley Cooper) shows a lovely hesitance.
WE’RE IN A HAPPY MOMENT
for musical-movie excitement. “Mary Poppins” has returned with new
songs. And despite that lie of a title, “The Greatest Showman” is the
most impressive phenomenon nobody saw coming or took seriously once it
came. “Bohemian Rhapsody” is now the musical biopic’s biggest hit.
We can have the argument later about the difference between a classical
movie musical and a movie where people get on stage and do music, but
you could also add to the mix this latest incarnation of “A Star Is
Born,” which was a smash too.
It’s
the story of how a waitress became a Grammy winner. And because the tale
is essentially a fantasy — of love, fame and ruin; biography as
mythology — its casting is the inverse of the rock bio. A musician does
the acting. In Bradley Cooper’s version, the musician is Lady Gaga. She
starts off as Ally the restaurant grunt. But when Cooper’s beloved
alt-country pill guzzler sees her belt “La Vie en Rose” in a drag
parlor, he hauls her into stardom, which Gaga knows well.
But
the surprise of her acting comes in the first hour when the movie is
closer to earth and requires her to be more like you and me — daughter,
employee, listener. There’s a lovely hesitance to her here, not in the
camera-shy way singers tend to get when it’s time to act. Reluctance is a
performance strategy for her in this movie. Again, she’s like you and
me, she can’t believe Bradley Cooper’s happening to her, either. Some of
what’s great about the first hour is how it gets you thinking about the
kind of career Gaga could have in movies they haven’t made in, like, 30
years.
Lady Gaga with Andrew Dice Clay as her father in the movie.
The
scenes at home with Ally, her chauffeur father and his fellow drivers
are loud, funny and warm in a way that reminded me of “Moonstruck.” And
some of the pleasure I had watching Gaga in them is how she reminded me
of another singer who acts: Cher. A friend points out that she could
have Cher’s career if the movies were still interested in normal people.
I, at least, would love to see Gaga in a “Mask” or a “Suspect.”
She
and Malek are both near the top of the heap for Oscar nominations. And
she’s got an alchemical advantage over Malek’s Freddie Mercury. When
Ally’s career takes off, Gaga winds up playing a pop star not unlike
herself. And you realize she has the opposite problem that Malek does.
You’re less interested in her as a
singer — but only because we’ve seen her do huge, stadium-size
razzle-dazzle before. And yet she’s indifferent to playing the fame
stuff. It doesn’t seem to interest Ally or Gaga. If the movie loses Ally
a bit in the second half, Gaga never appears lost. She’s giving a
serious, considered, committed performance of a person she seems to
know. Malek’s commitment is to a movie committed in the wrong
proportions. It doesn’t know who it wants Freddie Mercury to be.
“Bohemian
Rhapsody” doesn’t fixate on the showmanship until the finale, which
restages their electric, legendary Live-Aid performance at Wembly
Stadium and passes for showstopping. Yet you exit hungry for a movie
that gets closer to the bottom of a man who renamed himself after both
an element and a planet. If someone dares take another crack (and
someone really should), I know the perfect Freddie. Her first name is
Lady. And her last name comes straight from a Queen song.