Cats (2019) Directed by Tom Hooper
4B
I had momentarily considered smoking a joint before going to this film, and maybe I should have. I'm not here to pile on; this is not the worst movie ever made or anything close to it (my afternoon audience in a theatre about three quarters full clapped happily at the end of the movie). However the experience of watching it is definitely on the unsettling side. While I thought that my well-trained suspension of disbelief would kick in eventually, it never did. The cats started out looking weird, and they stayed looking weird. Some of the costumes looked practically painted on, so that the slimmer cats like newcomer Francesca Hayward and Taylor Swift look quite dishy, but their being cats and all, dishy cats seems kind of a perverse combination. Then there is the movement--sometimes the cats move on all fours; at other times they stand up like no cat in history. The close ups continue the weirdness--Judy Dench looks like Bert Lahr in
The Wizard of Ox in drag, a resemblance that is aided by the strange fact that she is wearing a big fur coat over her fur. To think of these odd inconsistencies began to hurt my head. The bad cat is of course black, giving the movie an odd racist feel that I am sure was not intentional, but what are you going to do? It's another unsettling point. I might have survived this stuff, though, but
Cats has two shortcomings that seem to have been magnified by transferring the stage musical to the screen. There is no story to speak of--just a lot of cats getting to do their bit to show off their individuality. An even worse problem is that there is only one memorable melody in the entire movie, provided by the song
Memory, which is a shlockmeister's wet dream but hummable. Of course, Jennifer Hudson gets to sing it because Hollywood has reserved her almost exclusively for the purpose of belting out Broadway show-stoppers. Every other song is instantly forgettable. In the end,
Cats did not quite leave me catatonic. I didn't think it was a catastrophe, but I certainly didn't find the tunes catchy. Perhaps they just did not cater to my taste. Nor did the movie catapult me into a fantastic realm. I certainly wouldn't categorize the film as cathartic on any level, though I wouldn't categorically dismiss the film as my audience found
Cats very much to their liking. I may have missed fifteen minutes or so having a catnap.