The freshness of yesterday John Travolta. Who and what do you usually associate with in memory? Of course, with “Pulp Fiction” by K. Tarantino, the role as a business card to the portrait. Gangster Vincent Vega, and next to him Mia Wallace, provoking, sexy Uma Thurman, friend of the boss. And dancing on the dance floor with a tremendous emotional chic. However, there are many movie aesthetes who came into contact with Travolta in The Scream. It's 1994, it's 1991. Face in one pore, without wrinkles, cicatricial furrows of satiated success. Play is the ultimate pleasure.
The whole movie is an allegory. You tuned in to the wave, you understood what the author will say today - sweep everything under the rest. And I assure you, you'll ask for supplements. The delights here are great. Serving for gourmet is a luxury. They're just treats.
To judge the viewer conservative American outback of the early 50s. The war, the one that the Second World War died out, but its echo continues with the roar of rolls in the faces of the fathers. Like stone sphinxes, frozen and clumsy, they see everything as a threat to order. Chain guards in the laconic twitching of those who are outside the framework of morality or just ready to encroach on the holy.
A shelter for orphans, a boarding school for the hard-to-educate. Boys who are fifteen or sixteen in the first lessons of life – the shoulder of a friend, falling in love, gaining trust in a mentor and the desire for freedom from the inside. Like an absorbing passion. Like a burning flame. Before boiling.
It is here that Jack Cabe, the character of D. Travolta, enters these classes. Music teacher. It was entrusted to him by Eugene Benedict, the director of the institution, to raise the general level of pupils and create a school orchestra. Characters are like instruments that make sounds. They bond, they fake, they sniff, but they don't play right. Plus sabotage by Jesse Tucker, an informal leader with a grin of distrust in his face.
What do we do? What's up? It is necessary to select keys to each, develop a language that is understandable for communication, find mutually enriching topics.
Such a bridge connecting the two banks becomes rock and roll. Like a breath of fresh air, it's a current. Incendiary in its sparkling passion, dance floors almost bed bullfight to ecstasy, to intoxication. Soaring up and shuddering in strong male hands, women, cavaliers open with desire, fortresses storming in the hotness of broken bodies.
But it's all censored. There is music, but there is no music at all. Closed clubs practice night courage. Entrance is through face control. Only for the chosen, only by acquaintance, only for their own. And where can you hear that? Where can I see this? Impatient young people are burned by the fire that engulfs their hearts.
One day the Midnight Cowboy will come in. Hearing that rhythm, the voice is no longer your own. You're in his power. And no obstacles, no prohibitions are able to restrain, keeping in the pen.
And Jesse tears up loops of traps over and over again - "behind the flags, the thirst for life is stronger." Fountaining energy beats with a pulsating clot. And beat the bell - get up, wake up, get up.
Isn’t that beautiful?
Allegory. It's an allegory.
The boarding school is a stiff, cracking at the seams of the old system.
Benedict, Sheriff - outmoded junk, yesterday.
Cabe is the antipode of rusty rubbish.
Music is freedom and freedom.
Rock and roll is a new life.
Musical tracks, above all praise. Listening to non-stop is not exhausting. They say that the film has a significant flaw - the music, they say, was written in the late 80s, and dissected in the mid-50s. Nonsense. I don't know, I don't know, it didn't bother me for a minute. It’s a beautiful piece of music.
8 out of 10