rita moreno, george chakiris, yvonne wilder, tucker smith, eliot feld, tony mordante and choruses
by Douglas Messerli
Ernest Lehman (screenplay, based on
the libretto by Arthur Laurents, conceived by Jerome Robbins), Jerome Robbins
and Robert Wise (directors) West Side
Story / 1961
I might argue that West Side Story is the best film musical
ever made. It's far tougher and thematically more challenging than two other
favorites, Singing in the Rain or An American in Paris, and its music,
singing, and dancing is at a level that is near impossible to compare.
When I say this, however, I always flinch a bit because the three major
actors (Nathalie Wood, Richard Beymer, and Russ Tamblyn) are not up the quality
of film overall. Wood is a brittle Maria, even with Marni Nixon's golden voice
to back her up; and at moments it is entirely impossible to believe she has
even heard of Puerto Rico. Richard Beymer (later an acquaintance of mine) is a
handsome lead, but there's something slightly gangly about his performance, and,
although he seems, at times, to be a fresh and energetic force, his overall
acting is somewhat lethargic and even a bit effeminate. Russ Tamblyn, despite
his dancing pedigree, is a tumbler, not a dancer; and his acting is difficult
to endure.
West Side Story has a
multitude of such wonderful dance moments, but two numbers, in particular, are
unforgettable. The first might not have even happened, it appears, if Stephen
Sondheim had not been able to convince Robbins to restore the song to its
original intentions in the story. Laurents, Bernstein, and Sondheim had
originally intended "America" to be what it appears on film, an
argument between Bernardo and Anita, between the male dancers and the female,
in order to establish relationships that had not been explored in the libretto.
In the stage version, however, Robbins saw it as an opportunity for a female
dance number, so it was performed by women only, a new character, Rosalia being
invented to take over Bernardo's role. A couple of years ago, in Laurents'
Broadway revival of the musical, I saw it performed as it had been originally,
and it had little of the dynamism and magic of the film version.
"America" spins out of an argument between Anita and Bernardo,
quickly moving, with the haunting rhythms of Bernstein's huapango and through Sondheim's witty dialogue, into a battle
between the five shark males and their five women. Suddenly Chakiris and two
other males switch from their mock-battling antics, into a hand clapping fandango-like
movement straight toward the camera, a few minutes later followed by Moreno and
her five friends. Shooting from below foot level, the camera watches them on
the move horizontally toward it, as if in their kicks and whoops they were a
descending oppositional army—and they are! as again and again the two sides
move toward one another, before the other breaks up and runs. It is a game, but
it also a real war, not only between ideas—a commitment to America and a
nostalgic longing for what has been lost—but between presence and absence,
faith and defeat, reiterated in the final four last lines of the lyrics:
Bernardo: I think I go
back to San Juan.
Anita: I know a boat you
can get on. (The women jeer, "bye, bye!")
Bernardo: Everyone there
will give big cheer!
Anita: Everyone there
will have moved here.
The second dance number, "Cool," strangely enough, had a
similar transformation from stage to film as "America." In the stage
version, the song was almost lost, as it was sung near the end of the first act
in the back of Doc's drugstore, as a way to for Riff to defuse the rising
tensions of the Jets. Once again, on stage, the dance is unimpressive and
almost meaningless, coming so early before the actual battles. Sondheim, so he
reports in his voluminous Finishing the
Hat, suggested that it be moved to the second act, after the rumble,
replacing the more comic post-rumble number, "Gee, Officer Krupke."
Robbins declared that he had no time to restage it, particularly since the sets
had been determined. Fortunately (although Sondheim still has doubts about his
own suggestion), in the film Robbins took the lyricist's advice. Sung, as it
is, in a darkened garage with metal-lined low ceiling, the entire number takes
on a completely different character, the set and location reinforcing the
pent-up emotions of the gang.
Since Riff is now dead in the story, Robbins was able to feature the
brilliant dancer Tucker Smith (Ice) as the lead. Tall and rugged, Smith
literally towers over the other figures as he pulls them into the garage,
demanding that they "get cool." The bright lights of the truck and
car headlights against the dark make for a perfect backdrop to the series of
leaps, spins, punches, floor crawls, and pirouettes that the Jets perform to
the jazz refrains of the saxophone, trumpet, xylophone combo. Mordante and Feld
are particularly excellent, but all, including the three female dancers, create
a near frenzy of motion before settling into the "cool" frieze at
dance's end.
Both of these dance numbers are spectacular, and show what a great
choreographer like Robbins can do for a filmed musical. Just as importantly,
both numbers still appear fresh and innovative today.
Los Angeles, July 27, 2011
Reprinted
from World
Cinema Review (July
2011).
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