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Because about an hour into Newsies, my darling, sweet-natured daughter, brandished a fist at the television set and screamed, "WILL YOU PEOPLE SHUT UP?!!!!! SHUT UP! SHUT!!!! UP!!!!!!!!! ARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHH!!!! MAKE THEM STOP!!!!!" Wow! I think it makes quite a statement that of all the movies we've ever watched as a family, Newsies has the distinction of being the only one to send poor SoM2 completely off the deep end. She loved Lilo and Stitch (you should hear her Pudge the fish monologue), was terrorized by the Terminator and can quote most of Star Wars: The Phantom Menace verbatim (no, I don't know why either), but it took Newsies to unleash the beast within. Newsies has two fundamental problems. The first is that the plot is basically as boring and tedious as churning butter. The second is that it's a musical in the worst possible sense of the word. As I understand it, the actual music part of musicals should advance and enhance the plot. In Newsies, it was used more like a rubber mallet applied briskly and remorselessly against the unfortunate viewer's forehead. I needed a Tylenol, that's a fact. I'm sure the organization of workers' unions and the outcry against child labor were both very significant milestones in our history. In my younger days, I was actually a Teamster, 'tis true. I mean no disrespect for those brave souls who stood up for themselves in the face of big money and strike-busting hooligans. It's just that when I read about this stuff back in history class, I never once envisioned bedraggled paperboys doing high kicks and pelvic gyrations as they warbled about Pulitzer and Hearst price gouging the middle man. I'll give credit where due though - those boys sure could dance up a storm. As far as I can tell, there were only two enjoyable facets to the movie. And I'm using the word "enjoyable" basically as a synonym for "excruciating". First was watching the then-18 year old Christian Bale dancing and singing (in his own voice - though with a New York accent) about running off to Santa Fe and getting himself a real family. I still haven't decided whether to admire his performance or be mortally embarrassed for him. The second was The Horse. The non-equine fixated probably wouldn't even have noticed The Horse, but once I did, I couldn't stop myself from obsessing over him. He was a nice moving chestnut with a white blaze and white stockings - and he pulled virtually every vehicle in the movie, from drab delivery cart to mogul's grand carriage. He was in the background, in the foreground, tracking left, tracking right, he was EVERYWHERE! Talk about budget constraints. Theoretically you could make a drinking game out of The Horse sightings, but alcohol poisoning would be a foregone conclusion, so I can't advocate it. It’s not even as if he were the only horse in the film. I counted at least three others, but in almost every outdoor scene, inevitably, there was The Horse. Basically what Newsies boiled down to was a whopping 121 minute, torturous mobius loop of songs that sounded identical, dances that looked identical, and horses that were identical. I cannot stress this enough. This movie is chock full of interminable and oxymoronic loathesomeness. But you can hum along to it. As I tucked dear SoM2 into bed that night, she - the soft-hearted anthropomorphically inclined poster child and sympathetic lover of all things ugly, useless and discarded - gave a little sigh and ventured softly, “Maybe it wasn’t really THAT bad.” “Yes sweetie,” I whispered tenderly back. “It really was.”
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Christian Bale is known as a master of accents. He uses a different one in each movie. Considering he’s a native of Wales, his New Yawk twang was actually very good. Disney’s plague on parents strikes again: One verified dead mother, one verified father in prison. Heck, just about all the newsies are orphans. Groovy Quotes
David: No. We're just a bunch of angry kids with no money.
Jack (selling papers): Extry, extry, read all about it! Ellis Island in flames!
Jack: I'm just not used to havin' whether I stay or whether I go matter to anybody. Not that it should matter to you. I'm just sayin'... um... well, does it? Matter? Racetrack: Look at this, "Baby Born with Two Heads." Must be from Brooklyn.
Racetrack: You know that hot tip I told you about?
Racetrack: (‘negotiating’ bail): We ain't got five bucks! We don't even got five cents! Your Honor, how 'bout I roll ya for it, double or nuttin'?
Headline from “The World”: Trolley Strike Drags On For Third Week
David: My father taught us not to lie!
Jack: It ain’t lyin’. It’s just improving the truth a little. Mr. Jacobs: Esther, maybe David’s friend would like to join us for dinner. Why don’t you add a little more water to the soup?
Sarah: So what makes a headline good?
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