More of a guilty pleasure than a legitimate
melodrama, this spirited story about life at a performing-arts school in New
York City was one of several 1980 films (others include American Gigolo)
that presaged the emergence of the MTV aesthetic. Powered by frenetic editing,
glossy cinematography, and a loud soundtrack, Fame is frequently intoxicating, even though it’s a superficial
experience filled with convenient plot twists, crowd-pleasing production
numbers, and shallow characterizations. Compared to such subsequent
music-driven dramas as Flashdance (1983) and Footloose (1984),
however, Fame is downright soulful. Written by musical-theater
professional Christopher Gore, who earned an Academy Award nomination for Best
Original Screenplay (an impressive accomplishment considering this was his
first and only movie script), the picture takes place at the High School of the
Performing Arts, and the storyline examines the heartaches and triumphs of
young people struggling to become actors, composers, dancers, and singers. (Although
the filmmakers used the name of a real-life school, none of the scenes were
shot inside the actual institution.) Also woven into the narrative are the
experiences of several instructors, who react to their ambitious students with
a mixture of cynicism, hope, and wistfulness.
The primary student characters
are Bruno (Lee Curreri), a
would-be composer who clashes with instructors and feels embarrassed by his
overly supportive cab-driver father; Coco
(Irene Cara), a talented actress/singer who hides insecurities behind a mask of
obnoxious bravado; Doris
(Maureen Teefy), a burgeoning thespian whose exposure to other nascent artists
draws her out of her repressed-upbringing shell; Hilary
(Antonia Franceschi), a wannabe actress whose wealthy background sets her apart
from her peers; Leroy (Gene Anthony
Ray), a street-trained dancer who feels ashamed about his impoverished private
life; Montgomery (Paul
McCrane), a sensitive actor struggling with his sexuality, and
Ralph (Barry Miller), an actor/comedian who feels ambivalent about his
Latino heritage.
The effective but
schematic script gives equal focus to performances and private moments. One
iconic sequence involves the students erupting into a schoolwide jam session; the
energy is potent and the music is propulsive, but it’s distracting to hear a
fully mixed music recording accompanying a supposedly spontaneous event.
Similarly, the sequence built around the title song (an Oscar winner performed
by Cara) is fun but silly—Bruno’s dad plays a recording that Bruno made with
Coco from a loudspeaker wired into a taxicab, drawing the entire student body into
an impromptu outdoor dance party. Some scenes are more realistic, such as
Coco’s degrading audition and Montgomery’s touching soliloquy. At its best, Fame
captures the joy of creation—for instance, Coco singing the lovely ballad “Out
Here on My Own” while Bruno accompanies her on piano. The acting is generally
solid, with Cara, McCrane, and Ray making strong impressions among the young
performers. (Choreographer-turned-actress Debbie Allen, playing a dance
instructor, gets the movie’s best line.) Behind the camera, director Alan
Parker (Midnight Express) ensures
that glimmers of humanity peek through the film’s shiny veneer. Fame
didn’t spawn any sequels, but it did inspire a 1982-1987 TV series featuring
many of the same actors, including Allen, Curreri, and Ray. In 2009, the
original movie was remade, but the new version failed to generate much
excitement.
Fame:
GROOVY
3 comments:
I would say the characterizations are "selective" or "efficient" rather than shallow :) It's an awfully big cast, so how much screen time is any one character going to receive?
I *almost* got an Altman/NASHVILLE vibe here; FAME has more in common with that film than any actual musical, and was almost rambling in its manner, like an Altman ((altho' some followup with Coco's photo shoot nightmare would've been satisfying). Characterization seemed deft and economic to me, I enjoyed that aspect actually. And to this *day* I love the hell out of the title track!
R.I.P. Irene Cara -- always a brilliant performer with heart and soul to spare!
"All alone I have cried
Silent tears, full of pride
In a world made of steel, made of stone"
(theme from Flashdance)
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