Christina Aguilera Stripped of Her Assets in Burlesque
She doesnt sing that way because shes had it easy. This is how Tess (Cher), the long-suffering owner of the nightclub at the center of Burlesque, defends her new star, Ali (Christina Aguilera), to the clubs jealous, deposed marquee attraction, Nikki (Kristen Bell). The same phrase could substitute as a marketing mission statement for Aguilera herself, who, throughout her decade-long adult career, has deftly incorporated triumph-over-trauma into her brand.
Aguilera's narrative, presented to the world via lyrics, music videos, and interviews, begins with an abusive father and single mother, moves on to battles with depression and bad body image, and has recently been updated to include now-mother Aguileras very public divorce. Through it all, she seems to repeat a pattern: Admit crippling vulnerability, as in the hit ballad Beautiful, and then boldly, bitchily, and nakedly (often almost literally) embrace the pain, as in the single Fighter, in which she thanks an unnamed tormentor, because If it wasn't for all of your torture, I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down.
Programmatic by design, Burlesque flattens Aguileras inherent thorny appealthe persona that's at once obnoxiously provocative and sympatheticby laughably casting her as the 21st-century, torch-signing equivalent of Ruby Keeler in a hodge-podge of Busby Berkeley plots, with none of the Depression-era style or social critique. Aguilera's innocent Ali is a small-town orphan who shows the audience her audacious singing talent over the opening credits, and then Greyhounds it from her tiny Iowa hamlet to Hollywood. There, she pounds the pavement looking for work and ends up at Burlesque, where she instantly becomes entranced by the stage show: highly gymnastic, quasi-comic lip-synch routines set to standards, performed by a cast of homogenous young things in sailor-motif underwear-as-outerwear. Ali might be impressed, but business is hardly booming, and its easy to see why: Burlesque lacks both the reliable base appeal of a real strip club (while the costumes are skimpy, they rarely come off), and, with Tess the only member of the company who dares to sing live, a personal touch. Ali (and the viewer) knows she can out-sing the recorded vocal tracks, but she keeps her talent to herself while working her way up from waitress to dancer.
Directed by Steve Antin
Sony Screen Gems
Opens November 24
Running an unconscionably extended 116 minutes, Burlesque is nearly half over before Aguilera is allowed to be Christina Aguilera. When she finally shows Tess and crew what she can dosinging Etta Jamess Tough Lover without accompanimentits the moment the movies been desperately waiting for. Time stops, audiences both on- and off-screen simultaneously get tears in their eyes and shivers down their spines and gigantic boners, and the films many flaws temporarily fall away.
But only temporarily. Burlesque, directed by Pussycat Dolls creator Steve Antin from a script credited to him and reportedly worked on by Diablo Cody and Susanna Grant, is so hampered by its influences that it wastes its primary asset: its superstar. Instead of leading with what Aguilera does bestbelting, vamping, spotlight hoggingthe movie shoehorns her into a rehashed backstage musical conceit: Good girl is tempted by bad guy, ultimately resists, becomes a star, finds love, and saves the show. (The fact that naïve Ali's flirtation with the dark side is signified by her newfound proclivity for limited-edition stilettos and Herve Leger dresses is both hilarious and incisive.)
Burlesque, like Chicago before it, offers dispiriting evidence that the Hollywood musical is stalled at weak imitation Bob Fosse. Cabaret is clearly Antin's guiding reference, with the similarities going way beyond the superficial (the hats, the garters, the chair dancing). Antin confines each musical number to the stage, weaving in off-stage narrativetheres even a post-consummation love ballad illustrated with scenes from the bedroom, a la Cabarets Maybe This Time. What worked as a dialectical tactic in that film, creating ironic tension between the worlds onstage and off-, here feels like a tacit admission from Antin that he doesnt have enough faith in the audience's ability to watch an unbroken performance, to read story and character development into the song and dance itself.
To be fair, its not like hes working with Kander and Ebb. Burlesques songs were written by a wide variety of producers and performers (Aguilera co-wrote just three), and not only is there no consistent creative throughline, but they serve no storytelling functionin fact, most songs were mixed like standard club tracks, rendering specific lyrics incidental. The films catchiest tune is "The Beautiful People," bizarrely based on a Marilyn Manson sample. But Antin treats it like a throwaway, using the song to back a scene that takes place outside of the club, so even though Aguilera sings it, Ali doesnt.
Fred Astaire used to insist that his onscreen dances be shot wide and virtually uncut, so that thered be no doubt the performers were doing it for real and not faking it for the camera. Antin takes the opposite approach, fragmenting each number into quick glimpses of gestures, so that we get no sense of how the dancers are moving through space. What you remember when its over is the impact of Aguileras voice, but not what shes singing; montages of body parts, but not the choreography; and Aguileras face, music-video-trained to hold a close-up so emotionally exaggerated, you might even call it a burlesque.
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