One Night Only

Finally Dreamgirls has managed to reach our shores - albeit two months two late - but still, I think any gay man worth his salt is gonna find this movie fascinating to say the least. Screaming divas, overblown dramatics and shiny, sequinned costumes... hell, it's just one crystal ball short of a gay disco. And no matter how much we hate pandering to misguided stereotypes, honestly which gay men doesn't love getting some of that?


C.C. White...
Although sadly the only hunk worthy of note is the one playing the softspoken songwriter, the movie does pay homage to the drooling gay fans by inserting a particularly cute scene reminiscent of Studio 54 with gyrating gymbots and shirtless bartenders.

Jaunty Jared ( of Jumping Jalopy fame ) wasn't all that interested in watching this musical extravaganza since he's interested in far more esoteric music such as obscure Tibetan chants, Aboriginal didgeridoos and African tribal drums but we managed to hog-tie the boy into the cinema. Since I love Steppin' to the Bad Side, tried to do other more salacious stuff as well but the poor boy kept squealing and wailing about propriety that I couldn't get much done.

And I had to keep my eyes onscreen anyhow.

We all know delicious diva Beyonce plays one of the titular roles with the other played by the sexy sista, Jennifer Hudson. Well as expected, lots of hollering, howling and yelling going on throughout the movie as the two run through several octaves worthy of the vaunted Mariah but still it's entertaining watching the fabulous Dreamettes power their way through life towards their lofty dreams not knowing yet the painful sacrifices that would follow.

And hell, who doesn't want to watch other unfortunate folk go through several horrifying eras from the psychedelic flower power hipsters to the sequinned Afro-powered disco years.

Honestly at one moment I seriously expected four Scandinavians to come running onstage singing about their dancing queen.

All throughout the movie, Charming Calvin remained disastrously enraptured by the tearful hysterics onscreen and I'm sure by next week, I'll be entertained by his eeriely exact reenactment of some of the dramatic scenes we saw, possibly channelling the howling Effie White in shrieking 'And I Am Telling You I Am Not Going'.

And I'll say...
Move (You're Steppin' on My Heart )! :P