The Music Man (1962): United States – directed by Morton DaCosta
Not rated by the MPAA – contains flirting and singing and shysterizing
I realize that The Music Man is often considered a classic musical, and perhaps it should be, on the stage. On the screen, however, when the story and songs become part of a movie, the equation changes slightly. Other factors become involved with its success and The Music Man manages to fail at many of these elements.
The story is familiar to anyone who has seen “Marge vs. the Monorail”. An opening sequence, bizarrely shot on a set shaken to resemble a moving train, introduces a group of traveling salesman. They spend much of their time complaining about one Harold Hill (Robert Preston), a shuckster so profound that he could sell a drowning man a brick and join him in a melody as he sinks. Their problem with Hill is that he ruins towns for the rest of the honest, honorable salesmen. He casts doubt and shame upon their entire profession.
Hill, himself on the trainful of salesman (is there a more depressing or disturbing place to be?), is forced to exit at the next stop, a small town by the name of River City, Iowa. Discovering an old acquaintance, Marcellus Washburn (Buddy Hackett), he commences his mission of selling the town a boys’ brass band, uniforms and all. The only catch is that he doesn’t know how to play a note of music.
His smooth speaking skills and ability to caress the townspeople’s egos play in his favor. But there is an obstacle in his was, the pretty, uptight, and austere librarian, Marion (Shirley Jones). She is smart and far too cultured to be in such a town. She lives with her mother, an old Irish widow (Pert Kelton), and her other son (and supposedly Marion’s brother) Winthrop (the adorable Ronny Howard). Her primary responsibility is maintaining the library but she also works to instill a sense of culture and refinement in the farmer folk.
There’s not much else to tell about the story. Hill’s attempts to woo Marion end predictably and sweetly, though the age difference is slightly disturbing. Preston’s skill at the role is unquestionable. His lines flow from his lips as smoothly as if he were an actual salesman. His body language is impressive, perfectly embodying a capable con man. Howard, too, is adorable. His lisp is generally convincing, an amazing feat for a seven year old. Jones is attractive but simple, and ultimately plays a dull character very straight.
There are some entertaining song and dance routines. The larger ones involve the majority of the city’s denizens and are well choreographed. The best song involves the Iowans discussing their cold and stubborn disposition. An intricate romantic sequence in the library is nicely designed and visually impressive. The production design and aesthetic are convincing, with large street scenes filled with period detail.
These small bright spots are not enough to recommend the film to anyone but die-hard musical fans. With a running time of 151 minutes the film drags on interminably. The story, which takes all of a few paragraphs to describe, does not require two and a half hours to tell, even with the aid of several extended musical numbers. Some of the musical numbers are themselves eternal, especially several dull sequences involving Marion’s romantic songs. It is necessary for me to confess that I am not particularly musically inclined, so if the songs are pure genius I would not be able to tell. As a device within a film, many of them fail.
Another problem arises with the lack of interesting or credible characters. Outside of Hill, no one is very interesting. They are dull and uncultured Iowans, as they themselves profess. The presence of much cheesiness and unconvincing character changes add to the film’s problems. Fans of mainstream musicals may enjoy the movie, but most others will be dreadfully bored. I don’t mind most musicals. Classics like Singin’ in the Rain are treasures, and even some of the simple Ginger Rogers/Fred Astaire outings have been entertaining and enjoyable. But The Music Man is bloated and unpleasant, boring and dull, and a few engaging sequences are not nearly enough to save it.