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Legally Blonde

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Eight months behind the rest of London, we got to see Legally Blonde at the Savoy last week. My word, it’s a wonderful musical. And the reason it’s a wonderful musical is that it’s dumb and fun and stupid.

There’s a sort of mythological history of the musical that tells a tale of gradual artistic unification and sophistication. From the compendium of specialty acts in the nineteenth century to the monodramas of George M Cohan, past the strong books of the Princess shows and the historical-cultural ambitions of Showboat, into the greatly widened subject matter discovered in the 1930s, through the absolute integration of book, song and dance in the Rodgers and Hammerstein shows, into the narrative and lyrical sophistication of Sondheim, to the quasi-operatic through-sung musicals of Andrew Lloyd Webber. I’m simplifying but not very much.

It’s a terrible story. Not because any of these moments weren’t good. I adore those Rodgers and Hammerstein shows. What I know of the Princess shows seem to be exuberant fun. I yield to no one in my appreciation of Showboat and I concur with the common view that Sondheim wrote some of the most brilliant musicals of the century. But it’s the teleology of it all that annoys me. The idea that a musical being more integrated means it’s more artistic and means it’s better.

Musicals aren’t meant to be artistically-integrated sophisticated experiences, goddammit. Musicals, more than any other genre in theatre histories, are pleasure-machines, intricate mechanisms for giving delight of the most intense and joyful kind. Better than any other form of entertainment I know, they are devoted to offering pleasure. The intense, ecstatic pleasures of the musical are in brilliant lyrics, memorable tunes, human virtuosity, fun stories, extraordinary dancing and preposterous sets. And the pleasure is having a free-playing abundance of them all. Brilliant though Carousel is, the enslavement of all other elements to narrative is not the joy of the musical.

In The Pleasure of the Text, Roland Barthes proposes a distinction between pleasures: plaisir which is the pleasure of familiarity, of having your expectations exactly met, of orderliness and neatness and fulfilment - and jouissance the pleasure that comes for disorderliness, the unexpected, everything that overflows conventional boundaries and limits, the uncategorizable, the signifier somehow loosed from structure. The musical - despite its reputation for conservatism and conventionality - is about jouissance not plaisir... unless you try to integrate it at which point it actually becomes about narrative expectations and linearity and moral convention.

When the musical was still pretty unintegrated, in the thirties, all the elements jostled with each other. I wrote an article about this.) There was pleasure in the disunity. When Cole Porter wrote his 30s musicals, he would allow the plot to be interrupted by a great song. If performers had a particular skill, the show would accommodate them. The plots didn’t have to make sense, because the pleasure was not about the confirmation of narrative expectation; it was about plot development and turn and the intensity of that pleasure. The end was not meant to justify the means. The means were the end.

Janice Radway in Reading the Romance studied mid-western American housewives and their habits when reading romantic novels. Perhaps we might think that is the exemplary instance of the conservative, ideologically-interpolated, dumbed-down audience; the absurd fantasies of taming are there to mentally enslave the women who read them. Instead, Radway found many extraordinary things. First, many women, when choosing these books, would read the last page first to be sure of the ending. So the ending was not a surprise, was not a sneakily introduced narrative sealant. Instead, these women read these books for the content., Perhaps the pleasure was in the rebellion, the feistiness before the heroine finds her prince. Second, these women read these books as an interruption of their daily life. These books weren’t continuous with their life as housewives, they disrupted it. Women turned off the hoover, delayed doing the washing-up, to have 15 minutes of the book.

The musical is the same. First of all, the effect of narrative convention is that you know the ending. That’s how they work. The endings are happy. And that means you can discount them; they are laughably obvious, enjoyably obvious. When you watch Calamity Jane, who honestly feels that the ending is a logical conclusion to the story? In fact, who even remembers the ending? The fact is that she ends up betrothed to Wild Bill, and wearing a feminised version of her buckskins. But what’s the first thing you think of from that musical? ‘Secret Love’? I bet not. I’l bet you $50 it’s her in the leathers singing the Deadwood Stage or in the bar bragging about her experiences in the Windy City. The narrative is inoperative as a force of teleology and substitution.

And secondly, it’s interesting the musicals are often attended by women taking a break from their husbands? Coach trips down the that London, where the kids or the house and the dinner and the washing have to be looked after by someone else. Musicals interrupt possibly oppressed lives. And if musicals didn’t - if they were to advertise their importance and tame their pleasures in the service of artistic statement - they wouldn’t give us an opportunity to experience a life of sheer pleasure. And that’s not an unradical thing. Imagining a word of sheer pleasurable flow, both differentiated and undifferentiated (okay, I’m sounding like one of those crazy Deleuzians now), respecting no order or structure or boundary, expressed purely in delight and joy, is that not something worth developing as an experience, building up a bank of feeling that might act as a counterweight to a world where the structures may not work for us?

Which brings me to Legally Blonde. It’s dumb. It’s fun. It’s hugely skilled. There are wonderful dances and crazy songs. The story is trashy and the sentiments are knowingly shallow. All of this allows us to enjoy the many systems of creativity at work. The plot takes a back seat when we need to hear a satirical song about Ireland. It delves into the Broadway songbook to find the buck-me-up song at the end of the first half. It scandalously turns teen slang into musical form for ‘Oh My God You Guys’. It’s magnificent. And Sheridan Smith is particularly excellent; sassy, funny, full of song, pretty, dumb and marvellous.

I loved it. And if you haven’t seen it, go and forget all that stuff about the clever musical. This is musical theatre at its very cleverest - fully thoughtful, utterly, dangerously pleasurable. 

September 30, 2010 by Dan Rebellato.
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