By Mike Wilmington Wilmington@moviecitynews.com
Wilmington on Movies: Joyful Noise
Soon after Bernard’s death, a hell-flock of clichés and inanity begins invading Joyful Noise like Hitchcock‘s birds invading Bodega Bay. On and on they come, shamelessly, screechily, devilishly — including a stormy romance between two talented young Sacred Divinity songbirds, Vi Rose’s dedicated daughter Olivia (Keke Palmer) and G. G.’s grandson, the aptly named Randy (Jeremy Jordan).
There’s an odd subplot (for a movie about a church choir) in which unromanced singer Carla (Angela Grovey) proves to be the kiss of death after a night of bliss (played for laughs) with the hapless but apparently weak-hearted Asian choir member Mr. Hsu (Francis Jue), who loves her not wisely but too well, and not for long either. There’s the movie’s juicy or would-be juicy dialogue, including Vi Rose’s incessant jokes about G. G.’s plastic surgery and Dolly‘s crack about how trying to fool her is “like trying to sneak sunrise past a rooster.” (I’ve heard that one — on “Hee Haw,“ I think.) There‘s that amazing aforementioned restaurant brawl — my nominee for one of the worst waitress movie fights ever (and a disgrace to the memory of the toast scene in Five Easy Pieces) — where the two stars scream and toss or duck biscuits almost in slow motion, with little initial interference from the boss.
One of the more amazing things about the Pacashau Sacred Divinity choir is their repertoire, which includes at various points Paul McCartney’s “Maybe I’m Amazed,“ The Left Banke‘s “Walk Away Renee,” and a final killer contest medley that starts with Sly and the Family Stone’s “I Want to Take you Higher,” and climaxes with Stevie Wonder‘s “Signed, Sealed, Delivered.”
Hey, I love these songs too, but are they gospel? Will songs like these, even if they win contests, money, fame and glee in L. A., ever fit in with stuffy Rev. Dale‘s sermons? Maybe Stevie Wonder could make it in with a little revision — “Here I am, Lord God! Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I’m Yours!” But does writer director Todd Graff (who’s guilty of both Camp and Bandslam) know what kind of “higher” Sly Stone was talking about, when he told us he wanted to take us there? And what if somebody tries to sneak some James Brown (“Get Up, Like a Prayer Machine”) Chuck Berry (“Johnny (and Matty, Markie and Lukie) Be Good“) or Rolling Stones (“Let’s Spend Eternity Together”) into the mix?
I jest. I apologize. The movie is funnier anyway, which may be the justification for its ridiculous half. At any rate, if you wait for the DVD — the special Joyful Noisemaking edition with maybe a deleted Marvin Gaye and Aretha Franklin scene — you‘ll be able to jump from “Walk Away Renee” to “Maybe I’m Amazed” to “I Want to Take You Higher,” without having to worry about stumbling into any more food fights or heart attacks. You may be able to enjoy the music and avoid, thank God, the movie‘s God-awful plot medley of clichés and banality and outrageous nonsense, or most of it anyway. Is that like trying to sneak sunrise past a rooster? You be the judge.