Gigi

...how is this MY FAIR LADY? Over and over again, like a herd, everyone is writing that it's a copy, or a remake, or very similar to. This is an adaptation of a Colette novel, not a Bernard Shaw play. While both stories have a central female character, one is being groomed in elocution while the other is being groomed as a hook-- that is, as a coquette. Is your suspense of imagination so narrow that the same musical team cannot create more than one score without crucifixions for similarities? (Lerner & Lowe also wrote BRIGADOON and PAINT YOUR WAGON...are they also rip-offs of MFL?) Anyway, the film- resplendent in set pieces, cinematography, and especially costumes, is an execution in contradictions: it takes a group of less-than-respectable characters and makes them respectable. The lovely Leslie Caron shines as the title character who reveals to her already shocked family that she's not as naive as they seem to think in the ways of courtship and will not give herself to a man that she doesn't actually love. (Remarkably ahead of its time, when you think about it.) There is also something of an enigma in Maurice Chevalier, who, while being a favorite with audiences, is- let's face it- a dirty old man. After more than an hour of boasting about conquering girls young enough to be his granddaughters, he does a kind of about-face when he begins a twilight terrace scene with 'grandmama' Hermoine Gingold. As they reminisce about their own love affair in their white suits (was she the love of his life?) they contribute the film's finest moment: the duet "I Remember It Well (visually breathtaking against a sky which changes from pastel blue to coral to a flaming orange sunset)." The DVD, set to wide-screen, is the only way to enjoy something like this.

Don't get me wrong, I love it - Leslie Caron and the whole cast. And the songs are superb.

But let's face it, this is Americanized Collette. She celebrated the deals and compromises within a sexist order that allowed a lucky few high-class prostitutes to become well-to-do, independent women in fin-de-siecle Paris (and a lot of others to at least make some kind of living). She empowered women, at a time when there just weren't many other opportunities for them to establish real independence (our current categories of PC and non-PC wouldn't have meant much then). It wasn't always pretty, but there was reality in her writing about relations between the sexes that hasn't lost its relevance.

Of course, this had to be soft-pedalled for the American audience - hence the ending, which conforms nicely with middle-class morality on this side of the Atlantic. This is the only "politically" unsatisfactory thing about the movie, however. And it remains superior - both "politically" and as a film - to My Fair Lady, where Eliza is implied to return and submit herself to Rex Harrison at the end, whereas Gigi at least implies that it's Gaston rather than Gigi who is going to have to change his ways.

My only other gripe: Why no dancing from Leslie - and from Vincente Minelli, that peerless director of dance sequences? I guess Lerner and Lowe must have been more in control of this one, and weren't of a mind for rug-cutting. Too bad - there really isn't nearly enough of Leslie dancing on film as it is!

There are some movies one enjoyed years ago that now, in the light of a more progressive culture, seem disturbing. But I found Gigi inherently creepy when I first saw it as a teenager in the '70s. Admittedly some things bother me more now than then, like a middle-aged man singing about how great little girls are because when they're teenagers he'll have sex with them, but the central premise always struck me as deeply disturbing.

This is essentially a movie about a young girl pushed into sex work by her family of sex workers. She does not, at first, understand that's what's happening, but when she figures it out she's not happy about it. And I just don't see how that can be alright. It would be one thing if this were a commentary on a time when most women's only real path to power and fortune was through sex, but that's not what this is. This is a light frothy musical about something really bad.

And it's a shame, because it's full of great songs. Ignoring the sleaziness, Thank Heaven for Little Girls is charming. The Night they Invented Champaign is a fun, amusing number, as is I Remember it Well.

The performances are excellent, particularly Leslie Caron as Gigi. But I can't even watch this movie because I find it so creepy. Gigi's situation is heartbreaking, and while yes, it's a 50s musical that resolves everything pleasantly, Gigi is powerless in the equation.

As a youth I was horrified by a movie about someone my age who's agency had been taken away by "well meaning" relatives. As an adult I find it even more disturbing.

And yeah, a lot of people are just going to say I'm a buzzkill and it's just light froth. But I can't see it that way.

Enchanting and captivating are two words to describe this wonderful lerner-lowe collaboration. A musical in every sense of the word its happy, charming, emotional and contains some truly brilliant performances, none more so that the wonderful Mr Chevailier who steals this seem with his charming lechery. Although the singing of Miss Caron is dubbed she puts in the performance of a lifetime to be Gigi. I feel those who thought a Certain Miss Hepburn would be better in the role are badly mistaken, for she is sweet and charming, everything the immortal Gigi should be.

Herimone Gingold is wonderful as Grandma and Jourdan is terribly handsome and suave as Gaston. Even a Gabor, the more talented Eva shines in this because there simply is not a bad moment, as for Jaques Bergerac (Mr Ginger Rogers) his role may be small, but he sure is handsome.

The score is 100 percent, The parisians is my personal favourite number, the title number is beautiful, thank heavens for little girls has become a standard, she is not thinking of me is a knockout and the night they invented champagne is wonderful, my only regret? So little dancing for the greatly talented Miss Caron.

...and thank goodness. Despite the good songs, the movie version of "My Fair Lady" hits a dull thud. In the words of Gaston Lachaille, "it's a bore!"

But this review isn't about "My Fair Lady". It's about one of the greatest musicals ever to be placed on cellulod - "Gigi", exquisite and as light as air!

Where do you start? The score and musical direction by Conrad Salinger and Andre Previn is one of the best. Vincente Minelli's direction frames Leslie Caron and Louis Jourdan wonderously and builds the chemistry between the two photogenic stars. Great support is provided by Hermione Gingold and the redoubtable Maurice Chevalier. Paris has never looked as glorious on film as this - amazing costume design, art direction, and set pieces.

And the songs - absolute classics! Lerner and Loewe really hit their stride with this - "Thank Heaven for Little Girls", "I Remember It Well", "The Night They Invented Champagne", and the beautiful title tune.

This movie has often served as an introduction to Maurice Chevalier for movie watchers, and he illuminates the screen. If you want to see him in another of the greatest musicals, watch "Love Me Tonight" with Jeanette MacDonald.

Thank heaven for this movie - it's a world that I would love to inhabit! I give it 10 out of 10.