You
can't exactly go small when you're doing a movie adaptation of an Andrew
Lloyd Webber musical. (Although a cinema verite version of "Cats,"
shot with hand-held digital video and starring actual felines, could only
be an improvement.)
But even walking in with expectations of grandeur cannot prepare you
for the bombastic monstrosity that is "Andrew Lloyd Webber's The
Phantom of the Opera."
Simultaneously amped-up and rock-and-rolled down, presumably to make
it palatable to a wider audience, the film is far more interested in earsplitting
crescendos than in subtly touching the heart.
It is shot sumptuously, though, and it's packed with rich details. Long
before he was unfairly accused of destroying the "Batman" franchise,
director Joel Schumacher was a window dresser at Bendel's department store
in midtown Manhattan. Among the many films in his eclectic directorial
collection is "The Lost Boys," so we know he's capable of evoking
a dark, gothic mood.
And some of the now-familiar tunes can be lovely -- when the music isn't
drowning out the vocals, that is -- particularly when damsel-in-distress
Christine first sings "Think of Me" at the film's start. The
actress playing her, the luminous Emmy Rossum (she also played Sean Penn's
daughter in "Mystic River"), sang with the Metropolitan Opera
starting at age 7, and it shows.
It's just really hard to take this "Phantom" seriously -- despite
how seriously it takes itself -- perhaps because it's in a movie theater.
Paying a few bucks to see it at the multiplex strips away the sensation
of taking part in an "event" -- which is much of the allure
of going to the theater.
Of course, there are many fabulous examples of movies that have been
adapted successfully from stage musicals -- "West Side Story"
and "The Sound of Music" spring immediately to mind -- but that
was a different time and in different hands, namely those of Robert Wise.
More recently, "Chicago" worked because it had edge, style and
flair.
But when the Phantom (Scottish actor Gerard Butler) steps from the shadows
of Paris' Opera Populaire and shows his masked face for the first time,
it's hard to resist the impulse to laugh. It all seems so campy.
Rather than a force to fear from Gaston Leroux's novel, this Phantom
(who's about 10 years younger than Michael Crawford was when he won a
Tony Award for the role in 1988) comes off as a petulant brat at worst
and an insecure control freak at best.
Sure, he's Christine's "angel of music," having secretly mentored
her from chorus girl to stage star (and helped her outshine the diva La
Carlotta, played with intentionally over-the-top shrillness by Minnie
Driver). But anyone can see that rather than being sucked in by the Phantom's
creepy charms, Christine should be focusing her attention on the theater's
wealthy patron, Raoul (Patrick Wilson). He's cute and he's into her and,
um, he isn't a psycho stalker.
Their duet of "All I Ask of You," which takes place in the
moonlight on the opera house's snow-dusted rooftop, is another of the
film's musical highlights, despite its innate sappiness. (Wilson previously
played Curly on Broadway in "Oklahoma!") But for every enjoyable
tune, there are far too many productions like the overblown "Masquerade."
The Phantom gets a back story here, in Schumacher and Lloyd Webber's
script, to explain his torment. Apparently, he was put on display like
a circus freak as a child for his facial disfigurement, and the little
girl who would go on to become the Opera Populaire's ballet mistress (played
as an adult by Miranda Richardson) helped him escape and squirreled him
away inside the opera house.
These additions will undoubtedly appall purists, the fervent fans of
the show who call themselves "phans." Those who've never seen
the musical may find themselves entertained, but they deserve better than
this, a ghost of the real thing.