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[pensnest]

I've been meaning to post this for a few days, but now I have a story deadline, so it is obviously a good time.

I watched 'Hairspray' the movie (alas) on the plane home from New York, and enjoyed it a lot. The tiny, round heroine is completely adorable, and lots of the dance-y bits made me want to get up and be choreographed. It'd be charming to think that overcoming discrimination was Just That Easy back in 1962, too.

But I have a gripe. I cannot think of a good reason why Tracy's mother has to be played by a man (in the movie, John Travolta). Yes, apparently it's 'tradition' for the various incarnations of this production. But still—why?

'Cause I think it stinks.

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[pensnest]

Perhaps that's it - I was increasingly horrified as I watched, to see how wrong it seemed. (And baffled by the blurb in the airline's magazine which said the film deserved to be remembered for more than Travolta's fabulous performance, hah.) It isn't quite a pantomime dame performance, but it isn't a realistic one either.