He doesn’t know the territory!

Rented the Matthew Broderick (!) version of The Music Man last night. It was . . . insipid. Broderick’s anxious puppydog baby face somehow didn’t convince me he was a slickster anywhere near the leage of Professor Harold Hill. It didn’t help that his leading lady looked about ten years older than him and sang with a classical tone that, while perfectly fine, didn’t blend at all with Broderick’s more relaxed style. His singing was perfectly decent, but his dancing seemed forced and stilted.

I guess he’ll always be Philippe the Mouse.

I think I’ve had politics on my mind for far too long, since the only adjective I could think of to describe it was “PC”. Or maybe “Liberal”. It’s been a while since I saw the original movie version, but I remember it as having a lot more edge.