After last leaving off with my assertions that Kenneth Branagh’s 1989 version of Henry V, and not The Godfather, represents the sum total of all worldy wisdom, let’s take a look at another of my favorite kind of movie … Films about people in the Theatre.
Now just from looking at the source material, it’s easy to see that there’s a lot of fodder for really good stories here … Theatre folks, particularly actors, are the stuff that cinematic legend can be built upon. They’re tough, they’re steadfast, they are of singular resolve to never let the forces of man or god prevent them from realizing their dreams … And they also have been known to be, in not just a few cases, neurotic as hell, self-absorbed and utterly narcissistic. What writer couldn’t have a field day with these kinds of characters? Or director for that matter? Or actor? Jeez, can you just imagine all the choice neuroses you could have picked up from hanging these types as part of a life in acting?
All kidding aside, Theatre people tend to be just a bit larger than life, and that is reflected in the stories about them.