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Raquel at her best.
I go into a trance from the very beginning, as I watch Raquel spinning effortlessly in her fashionable outfit, and melt at the beauty of her voice. The dialog is clever and witty. While everyone else seems to find fault, I think of it as a piece of heaven and enjoy every single scene. Through everyone's hard work I become thrilled as if I'm watching a masterpiece. I feel sad for others whom can't see or hear what I do. To me it's one of the greatest pieces of art all time due to the radiance of Raquel. She is beyond spectacular in this performance. Her best.
Speaking of remakes...
Why not Todd Haynes? I've got no complaints about what he did for Mildred Pierce. The one someone should make a movie of is Myron, the Gore Vidal's sequel. It takes place in a time warp on the set of a Maria Montez epic, Siren of Babylon. Hilarious, and a great opportunity for a CG film.
Who could do a remake of this today and would anyone go to see it?
The times they are a-sex changin'!
As a fictional personage, Myra today is very much misunderstood, and this movie certainly didn't help. It's been the blame game ever since. The one who is NOT to blame, to my mind, is Raquel Welch, who apparently signed on with the understanding that she was to play both Myra and Myron, a bold move and an artistic stretch for the reigning poster girl of her day. The movie suffers most from the stunt casting imposed by director Michael Sarne. As Myron, the alter-ego observer, he cast non-actor (This can't be stressed enough.) Rex Reed, who seems so affect-less and BORED that he's useless as a witness and commentator. In what may be the ultimate stunt casting in movie history, Mae West proves to be an insatiable vortex into which the rest of the movie is drawn. The one cast member who emerges unscathed is John Huston, in a prickly cameo as Buck Loner, Myra's uncle and proprietor of an "academy" for forlorn showbiz wannabes. The Academy actually provides a good (though lunatic) setting for Myra's theories to emerge, though the book's soaring arias on the realignment of the sexes to avert global catastrophe become in the movie mere musings on changing times and sex roles. A neutered Myra is not a good thing; she's an admittedly twisted life force, as willful as the day is long, yet the movie seems content to see her as a kind of madcap Rosalind Russell type. This is a film that begs to be remade. It could possibly have a life on the stage as well, maybe as a musical on the order of "Grey Gardens". Myra lives!
Where in cyber-space do rejected reviews and comments go? I can't talk about Myra, apparently, even though I have lots to say, all of it thoughtful and "clean".