Well, you know I have to weigh in on the whole Sound of Music controversy. I loved the original movie so much I dragged my husband to Salzburg! OMG Dan is a lucky man…
I was willing to live with a remake; it happens. I was willing to live with a new Maria, even, in the guise of Carrie Underwood. But here are the things that left me über-grumpy:
- So it was live. So what? I get that it’s a lot of pressure, but what value does it add? The only appeal is that some audience members watch purely in the hopes that a wheel will fall off the wagon. It’s cheating, sort of.
- My Favorite Things is most definitely, absolutely, positively not sung by Mother Superior in the Abbey! Somehow in this version Maria leads Mother Superior in singing, when we all know that the song belongs in the storm scene when the children all climb into bed with Maria.
- As a corollary to above point, WTF with the yodeling during the storm scene? I will begrudgingly admit that I enjoyed the choreography and the children sticking their adorable little heads out from under the bed. But they are supposed to be singing My Favorite Things!
- I want to know who’s responsible for cutting the whole yodeling marionette scene. Bad idea, genius. Bad. Idea. Here it is for those of you longing for it as much as I was.
- Is it because Maria is suddenly a blonde that The Baroness has to be a brunette? Because we all know that The Baroness should be blonde. Duuuh.
- Missing gazebo. What is the point of Sixteen Going On Seventeen if they’re not dancing inside a gazebo? Come to think of it, the whole set was awful. I’ve seen better sets in elementary school Christmas pageants. The mountain? Styrofoam trees? Why are they in the woods? Having been to the real Salzburg and the real Alps, this is a travesty.
- Plot twists? Are you kidding me? The plot was just fine in the original thank you very much. Now suddenly The Captain and The Baroness broke up over political differences? I’m not saying that The Baroness might not have marched right into the arms of the waiting Nazis, what I’m saying is that we don’t want to see that in a musical. If we did want to see it in a musical, then we would watch The Producers and enjoy that classic tune, Springtime for Hitler. Might I suggest that for NBC’s next “special”?
Needless to say, I am devastated. I’m just going to pull the covers over my head and try to put the shattered fragments of my life back together.