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Thursday, July 07, 2011

When One Inspired Moment Catches Your Attention

Sometimes you watch a movie and wonder: how did this come to be and why? Watching *Burlesque,* I had that feeling. The best parts of it are like a sumptuous extended music video and a fashion show mashed together, though with some spotty lip-synching. That appeals on a certain level, but the rest just kills any graces it's earned. The story's a pitiful excuse for stringing together a lot of high production-value numbers and lovely costuming, the first protagonist "revelation" being particularly ridiculous: we can only suspend disbelief so much.

Pittance pittance, number number, eyerolls all around, and then * BANG *, one jaw-dropping moment that opened my eyes: this magnificent pearl outfit, so incredible that all I could do was gasp and lust.

The numbers got better from that moment. More inspired, more glam, more coquette; more amazing costumes, better choreography, better staging, more to act.
How can an artistic endeavor be so uneven? A lot of thought and care clearly went into the production, the talent, but almost none went into the foundation: the story. *Burlesque* could have been Fosse level had there been more to it, anything. As is, I can only believe the movie exists in service of these splendid splendid outfits.

And for that glimmer of inspiration, I say thank you to the wonderful Costume Designer and Department. For giving me something to take away from this viewing experience. I fully wish these pieces could have appeared in a more complete movie where they could garner a more lasting appreciation. Regardless, this pearl costume remains so beautiful it took me beyond body and style: all I wanted was to wear it. To be in it. I would bet many a woman felt the same. And that is magic. Artistic magic.