GYPSY: Blu-ray (Warner Bros. 1962) Warner Archive
There’s never
been a stage mother quite like Rose Hovick, the domineering, sassy gargoyle of
Mervyn LeRoy’s Gypsy (1962). Based
on the 1959 Stephen Sondheim/Jules Stein Broadway smash, irrevocably linked to
the personal memoir of world famous striptease artist, Gypsy Rose Lee, Gypsy typifies LeRoy’s master craftsmanship
for high drama within the musical genre’s mélange of light comedy. Indeed,
despite its impeccable pedigree as a stage ‘musical’ the cinematic Gypsy plays more like a straight drama
with musical sequences infrequently augmenting its backstage bitter-sweetness. And
the show is even more off kilter with Rosalind Russell’s scene-stealing standard
bearer for the rest of the performances including Natalie Wood’s that cannot
help but pale by direct comparison.
Yet Gypsy, in its uncharacteristic idiom,
exemplifies the big and splashy movie musical of the 1960s – designed to
enthrall with its acidic jocularity, complimented more often by the complexities
of a great character study that exercises the actors’ emotional range apart
from their telescopic ability to deliver on a classically written song. In this
respect, Gypsy is given immeasurable
service by the peerless comedic timing and impassioned dramatic intensity of
Rosalind Russell. For several years, Russell and her husband had championed the
cause of doing a straight film based on Gypsy Rose Lee’s memoir. But when the
rights to this material proved copyrighted to the Broadway show Russell
relented to do the musical instead, immediately sharing her concern over the
score with LeRoy.
Though
marvelous, the songs are decidedly beyond the capabilities of Russell’s graveled
voice. In hiring contralto Lisa Kirk for
the more ambitious notes Mervyn LeRoy has cleverly blend Kirk’s divine mimicry
of Russell, and Russell’s own vocalizations into a seamless extension of her
dramatic performance. Hence, the break – so often obviously observed in other
dub jobs in Hollywood musicals – is imperceptible in Gypsy. One believes in Russell’s performance with Kirk’s invisible
assist, her inspired evolution of the character gritty and genuine, yet
strangely pleasing to the ear in song at the same time.
Of course, Gypsy is really about two conflicted women
– the latter our reluctant title character forced to become a burlesque super star
by her overbearing stage mother. And in Natalie Wood we are privy to one of the
most remarkable transformations; her involuntary conversion from sad-eyed
introvert to elegant strip queen made utterly believable. Dubbed in her vocals
for West Side Story by Marni Nixon,
Wood gives it her absolute all in Gypsy and
in her own voice too – exhibiting a range of emotional dexterity as
thought-provoking as her opposing desires to be loved for who she is by her own
mother, yet endure such savage maternal manipulation so as to almost lose
herself in the process. If life and art complement one another then from this
true life conflict has emerged a great and uniquely American artiste, and in a profession
hardly revered for its artistic integrity.
With exception
paid to George Cukor’s masterful A Star
Is Born (1954) I know of no other musical – then or now – that so effectively
captures the meteoric heights and spiraling lows of show biz. Gyspy Rose Lee’s
joys and misfortunes are indivisible to her achieving maternal approval. The
film’s penultimate moment does, in fact, allow for reconciliation, or at least
a détente between mother and daughter. At its core Gypsy is a robust drama with no completely happy endings in sight. Consider
that in selfish pursuit of her dream Rose Hovick has become estranged from her
youngest child who wants absolutely nothing to do with her. She has sacrificed
her only chance at a truly adult romance that might have worked out for this
three time divorcee, and she has all but alienated her eldest child with that
flourish of success she alone has spent a lifetime desperately craving, cruelly
bypassed by fate and handed down to her offspring instead.
Using Arthur
Laurent’s original story as its springboard, screenwriter Leonard Spigelgass begins
our tale at Vaudeville tryouts for Uncle Jocko’s Kiddie Kapers. Jocko is really
Herbie Sommers (Karl Malden) a sympathetic old ham who oversees a gaggle of
pushy stage mom’s promoting their darling moppets. The most demonstrative of
these is Rose Hovick (Russell); a maniacal control freak who manages to run
over virtually everyone to promote her youngest daughter, Dainty June (Suzanne
Cupito). Powdered and preened to be a standout June, like her elder, less
talented – and arguably, less attractive sister, Louise (Diane Pace) is unhappy
with the prospect of becoming a star. Indeed, June is the product of a promise
Rose has made to herself; to make good on her own failed dreams and become a
star. The level of expectation set upon these tiny shoulders would be enough to
cripple or even break most adult’s self-esteem. But June is persistent, perhaps
out of some embattled loyalty towards her mother. And she is lovingly attended
to by Louise who appreciates the potentially disastrous and impossibly flawed
financial situation the family currently occupies.
Herbie refuses
to hire the child his manager, George (George Petrie) has already ‘fixed’ for
the audition. Sometime later Herbie becomes infatuated with Rose; a genuine –
if slightly naughty – attraction that leads him to retire from the Vaudeville
circuit and act as June’s agent. Both June (now played by Ann Jillian) and
Louise (now played by Natalie Wood) like Herbie very much. Moreover, their hope
is that he will eventually marry their mother, thus giving Rose a legitimate
reason to abandon her own tireless – destructive – ambitions. Through Herbie’s
vast connections June attains bookings on the prestigious Orpheum circuit. And
although these engagements help to pay the bills they also add fuel to Rose’s
insatiable desire to live vicariously through her child’s accomplishments.
As the years
pass Rose becomes more possessive of June’s modest success. Recognizing the demonstrative
effects in this, Herbie makes several woeful attempts to woo Rose with the
prospect of marriage. But it’s no use. Rose wants fame. Nothing modest or
matronly will do in its place. Unable to say no to Rose, Herbie arranges another
audition that all but guarantees a contract with Mr. Granzinger’s theater
through his representative, Mervyn Goldstone (Ben Lessy). But Rose is
pigheaded. When it is revealed that Granzinger’s only interest in the act is to
usher Dainty June away from her, Rose thwarts this last chance June will have
at becoming a real star simply to maintain control over her.
Having grown
up enough to decide for herself what she wants out of life, June rebels against
Rose by eloping with a boy from the chorus. In the meantime, Louise has her own
heart broken when Tulsa (Paul Wallace) a brilliant hoofer who has backed their
act for many seasons, informs Rose and Herbie that he and the rest of the boys
are leaving the act too. Rose is stupefied at learning of June’s betrayal. But Herbie
is both elated and relieved by it, erroneously believing that Rose will finally
re-channel her energies into their relationship. Instead, Rose seizes the opportunity
to work her Svengali-esque magic on Louise. Despite Louise’s seeming inability
to either sing or dance without the most crippling anxiety and lack of talent, Rose
and Herbie attempt to rebuild the act – this time with a chorus of underage
girls.
After some brutally
bad auditions, Rose, Louise and Herbie become stranded in Wichita where Herbie
has inadvertently arranged for the act to debut at the Opera House: actually a
very seedy burlesque. Louise willingly resigns herself to this commitment, telling
Rose that they need the money desperately. Rose concurs, but later asks Herbie
if he is still interested in marrying her. Elated, Herbie believes that the end
of their run at the Opera House will mean permanent retirement for the family
and a happy quiet life for all concerned. But then Louise is taken under the
wing of Tessie Tura (Betty Bruce): a headliner who, learning Louise can sew,
hires her to make some new costumes.
On the eve
that Herbie and Rose are to wed, Rose discovers that the new act has landed itself
in jail and pushes Louise into the spotlight in its place. The lack of
compunction Louise exhibits at this final assault on her own dreams is
disheartening to Herbie who begs Rose not to let Louise make a spectacle before
an audience of oversexed men. But Rose has rooted through the mire of that same
tired old dream once too often, seemingly without care for her daughter. Louise
will be a star, even if it’s only in third rate burlesque. Appalled by Rose’s effrontery
to the time honored precepts of motherhood that he once admired, Herbie
renounces his commitment to Rose. He will never marry her. As luck would have
it, Louise becomes an overnight sensation as the stripper who takes precious
little off during her act. Rechristened Gypsy Rose Lee, Louise begins a steady
climb to the top of her profession.
But Rose is
still dissatisfied. Recognizing that her intervention has at last created the groundswell
of notoriety she would have preferred for herself, Rose is now resentful of
Louise’s success in its place. Thus, in confronting her daughter in her
dressing room with “What did I do it for?”
Louise dolefully replies, “I thought you
did it for me, mama.” The resounding
sense of dejection on both ends leads into the film’s penultimate moment. Alone
on the blackened empty stage, Rose performs an impromptu striptease of her own,
at long last reimagining the spotlight for herself.
Quietly
observing from the wings, and suddenly able to comprehend what the specters of
fame and success would have meant to her mother, Louise embraces Rose while
encouraging her to attend a party being given expressly in her honor. Rose
feigns dejection and a polite refusal, then slyly acquiesces to her daughter’s
invitation after being offered her mink to wear. We leave the theater with Mama
Rose and her daughter Gypsy, satisfied by their half-heartedly mutual appreciation
in this affecting dénouement.
Gypsy was a resounding success for Warner Brothers, but
that did not stop the front offices from excising several key scenes and
musical numbers to prune its 143 min. runtime.
Today, such practices are widely abhorred but during Hollywood’s heyday
movies were frequently reedited to accommodate double features or simply to
squeeze in more daily viewings. Thankfully, Gypsy’s excised footage was kept and has since been reinstated into
the film. Harry Strandling’s sumptuous cinematography, John Beckman’s art
direction and Orry Kelly’s costumes yield an evocative pastiche to the bygone
era that was Vaudeville; strangely theatrical and stage bound in its execution,
yet utterly plausible for the story being told. In the final analysis and at
its heart, Gypsy is about attaining approval
from our parents. Who among us has not aspired to as much?
Gypsy is one of the first blu-rays to emerge from the
Warner Archive. I’m not entirely certain this is a good thing. While I have to
applaud the results on this title, like DVD-R, BD-R discs do not contain the
same storage capacity for higher bitrates that properly stamped blu-ray discs provide.
It appears that Gypsy has been transferred
to hi-def on BD-50 – the best of all possible formats, employing a master from
2009, single layered, but with some restoration work done to get the print
ready for its 1080p debut. The image is often exceptional and quite frequently
stunning. Colors are robust. The image tightens up with a startling amount of
clarity and fine details evident in skin, hair and costuming in particular.
Occasionally things can look a bit soft, but I suspect this transfer was at the
mercy of its original elements. No undue DNR applied. Contrast – excellent. Overall this disc is about as impressive as
on expects from the format. Wow! The DTS 5.1 audio is bombastic – particularly
in its lush orchestrations. Extras are
limited to two deleted numbers and a theatrical trailer. Bottom line: highly
recommended!
FILM RATING (out of 5 – 5 being the best)
4
VIDEO/AUDIO
4
EXTRAS
1
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