Entertainment Weekly: Part I - Alles auf Deutsch

Between finals week, saying goodbye to friends from our Deutsch Kompakt course, and just life in general, I haven't had much time to travel.  Fortunately, there is always some sort of event or show going on in Tübingen or Stuttgart! There is really nothing like the stress of finals week to be an incentive to procrastinate! So here's the first part of a  round-up of the shows and movies I've gotten to see in the past month.

Rebecca: The Musical

Now as some of you may know, I love a good murder.  A good murder story, that is!  One of my favorite murder mysteries is not really a murder mystery at all, but the romantic suspense novel Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier.  Even if you haven't read the book (and you should, because it's good), you probably know the opening line: "Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again".  The novel was released in 1938 and became an instant bestseller.  

Weirdly enough, the novel was used in WWII by the Germans as code source - the whole numbers refer to single words on the page thing. Thanks Wikipedia!

Anyway, it was recently adapted in 2006 into a German musical (okay it premiered in Austria, but the whole thing is sung/spoken in German).  I find this weird for many reasons: a) because it's a novel about British people, b) I don't even know how popular the novel is in English, let alone in German, and c) it's a pretty crazy idea to make a musical out of it.   

Yes, it's true that that in 1940 Alfred Hitchcock made the Oscar winning movie version out of it with Laurence Olivier.  (Actually, Hitchcock made 3 movies from her stories: Rebecca, Jamaica Inn, and The Birds)

This trailer makes it look so tame.

Look at that face.
I mean just look at that face.

But here's the thing, the plot of the book is way better suited for a movie than a musical.  Movies are allowed to be scary.  Musicals require singing and dancing a level of camp that is really not suited for a gothic story.  Okay, yes, Phantom of the Opera (my favorite musical of all time) is all creepy and gothic, but it has a central love story that keeps the plot going...And some people really hate it and think it's campy (to each their own, I suppose).

Making Rebecca into a musical is almost like taking a episode of Law and Order and putting musical numbers to it.  For those of you playing along at home, here's a basic run-down of the plot:  (If you don't want to be spoiled, just skip this giant paragraph)

An unnamed narrator "I" works at the paid companion (read: personal slave) for an American lady.  They're vacationing in the French Rivera when they run into Maxim de Winter (awesome name, no?), a newly widowed wealthy Englishman. There are all kinds of rumors swirling around about his late wife, Rebecca, who drowned at sea. "I" falls in love with Maxim, even though he's much older than she is and broods a lot.  Faced with the choice of being this annoying lady's footstool for the rest of her life or the rich wife of an English guy, "I" makes a logical choice and marries Maxim.  They moved to his sea-side estate Manderley in Cornwall and "I" tries to be a good wife. Unfortunately, the creepy housekeeper Mrs. Danvers is constantly reminding the narrator of how much more awesome the late Mrs. Rebecca de Winter was.  "I" feels insecure and creeped out by everyone there.  She also discovers that her new husband has a lot of issues - mostly angst (the American idea of the word, not the German one).  Trying to feel less useless, "I" decides to throw a costume ball at Manderley and Mrs. Danvers tricks her into a classic fashion faux pas - "I" ends up wearing the same gown Rebecca wore before she died. GASP!  Maxim freaks out and the narrator worries that he doesn't love her, but is instead still in love with Rebecca.  Mrs. Danvers, being a sneaky bitch, tries to convince the narrator to commit suicide off the balcony in Rebecca's room.  Right before the narrator is about to jump, flares go off and it turns out that Rebecca's boat and her body has turned up because of a massive storm.  Enter: court room drama! It turns out that Maxim hated Rebecca, who was a manipulative psychopath who also apparently liked to get it on with her cousin (eww).  He had confronted her about her affairs and general evilness one night on her boat - she revealed that she might be pregnant and taunted him about it being not his child - and he shot her.  And then covered up the murder by sinking her boat in the middle of the ocean. Hurray for the good guy!  The law is about to come down on Maxim for murder, since he did, well shoot her, when it is revealed that Rebecca played Maxim and framed him for murder beyond the grave, what with her being evil and all.  Rebecca actually had cancer, but she had a fear of dying weak so she got Maxim to kill her while also framing him. Nice. Absolved of the murder, Maxim and "I" celebrate their new life together in Mander - oh wait, no. The crazy Mrs. Danvers kills herself by burning their house down.  THE END!


Yep, it's crazy.


Needless to say, I was skeptical of seeing a musical version of the story.  But it actually turned out to be really awesome!  The music wasn't spectacular - I was really distracted by the fact they kept saying Mander-lay when it's pronounced Mander-leigh - but the actors were fantastic. The costumes were wonderfully 1930/40s.  The lead actress looked a lot like Romola Garai (yeah, I don't know how to pronounce it either) who is one of my favorite actresses. She was Emma in the newest miniseries of Emma and it was perfection.

This is a still from the movie Glorious 39
(which I haven't seen yet) but it's set around
the same time period as Rebecca.

The lead actor was styled after Laurence Olivier's controlled performance of Maxim, sans mustache.

He could brood like no one's business

Undoubtedly, the musical was influenced by Hitchcock's film. This was most evident in the role of Mrs. Danvers.  In book, she's just creepy.  Hitchcock ramped up the creepiness by including this vibe of sycophantic attraction between Mrs. Danvers and the late Rebecca. I mean, just look at the still from the scene where Mrs. Danvers tries to get the narrator to jump. It's the stuff of nightmares.

EEEK.

Here's a clip from the musical with Mrs. Danvers.  And because the internet is a wonderful place, someone put English subtitles on the song so you can get the full gist of the creepiness.

The musical used these amazing rotating sets, including a massive staircase, as well as projection technology which allowed for really cool 3D and fog effects.  By the far, the best scene was the epic ending where Mrs. Danvers burns down Manderley.  The set rotates as the character of Mrs. Danvers goes up the staircase lighting each step behind her on fire.  And I mean, real fire! In the end, there is smoke and a huge chandelier crash. 

Sweet, sweet destruction.

It was a pretty amazing experience, but English speakers don't hold your breath.  Apparently, both British and American Broadway producers have qualms about investing in giant rotating sets that light themselves on fire. The funding for two Broadway shows have fallen through already.  I guess if you want to see it, you'll have to come to Germany!  If you're feeling cheap, pop a copy of the movie into your Dvd player.  Or if you're really ambitious, snuggle down for a creepy read.

Rubbeldiekatz

Rachel, Emily, and I were feeling down and we all wanted to see a German movie. Of course, long experience with foreign movies (Rachel, remember Die Krieger und die Kaiserin?!) has taught us that their dramas are completely confusing and occasionally mentally scarring and their comedies are not necessarily funny.  It might have something to do with how humor translates or it just might be a bad movie.  The jury is still out on that one.  We went into the movie Rubbeldiekatz (which roughly translate into "Scratch the Cat") with some serious reservations and we weren't holding our breath.

Rubbeldiekatz is a little like the German version of Tootsie - Actor Alex Honk (played by Matthias Schweighöfer) can't find a job so he dresses as a woman to land a role in American movie set in Nazi Germany (the movie pokes fun at how Americans only come to Germany to film Nazi movies).  Meanwhile, the lead actress (played by Alexandra Maria Lara) is depressed after her boyfriend cheats on her and has a distrust of men. I WONDER WHAT HAPPENS?!

Matthias, Matthias as a woman, Alexandra (from left to right)

The movie features some really funny jokes and occasionally some very crude sexual humor, but overall, it was actually pretty cute.  The German was easy enough to understand (no one spoke in a dialect!) and we understood 98% of the movie! Go us! Even some German word-play puns were understandable.

I vastly preferred it to Keinohrhasen ("The Rabbit Without Ears") which I thought was really terrible and not romantic at all.  Also apparently, the Germans have a predilection with cramming words together to make titles. Weird.

Next up in Part II: It's Oscar Season! The Help and The Artist

The Hills Are Alive With the Sound of... Mozart Impersonators

Our first day in Vienna dawned, cool and crisp, with a free hostel breakfast waiting for us.  Tasty.

Which one of these two isn't a morning person?

Cameras and smiles at the ready

Hey there Zach!

Our intrepid group sets out on our first day!

Behold Vienna!

We set off first to see the Karlsplatz Ubahn station and the Karlskirche.  Karlsplatz is known for its gorgeous gold Jugendstil style.  This Art Nouveau style (which I love, by the way) is a common theme found in art and architecture around Vienna.  I think maybe the whole city was designed to fit my aesthetics. I desperately wanted to see inside the Karlskirche but it was 6 Euros entrance fee, so we decided that we were going to spend our money on the big museum we were going to see.  But at least now I have one (of many) excuse to go back!

At first I was a little underwhelmed.

Then I saw the other side!!

Almost everything was gilded gold or green.

And right behind the Karlsplatz was the Karlskirche!

Breathtaking!

There was an insane amount of detail on every inch of the facade.

Everything is more European with an accordion.

From there, we headed into the city to soak in the splendor of downtown and all it had to offer.  Our first stop was the Viennese Opera House.  We stopped by to get tickets for the next day's performance of Mozart's "Magic Flute".  The entire square was filled with tourists and all these people dressed up as Mozart.

Now before I left, my cousin had written to me and said "Watch our for the Mozart Impersonators!"  Yeah, whatever, I thought.  WRONG. These people (men and women) dress up as Mozart and harass you on the street to buy tickets for concerts and shows in Vienna.  They basically heckle you every second you walk around: "Do you speak English?!  You want to see a play tonight, yes?!  Do you like music?!"  It's even worse if you whip out a camera - they immediately hone in on your location and stalk you around.  Unbelievably annoying.  I practiced the tried and true "don't-make-eye-contact-and-just-keep-walking" approach, while Zach perfected his "I-only-speak-German-and-other-rare-language" approach.  Emily, meanwhile, when asked if she liked music simply said "No." and trotted away.  It was brilliant.

After securing our 10 Euro Opera tickets, Rachel, Zach, Jake, and I bought tickets for a musical in the evening.

The Viennese Opera House plus city tram

Amazing!

Then we just bummed around the downtown area, did some window shopping, drank some coffee/tea/hot chocolate, and tried to make our way to the famed Belvedere museum, home to an amazing collection of art, including Gustav Klimt's "Der Kuss" (The Kiss).

Another shot of the Opera House.
 If you look on the left side you can see a  Mozart.

Love the facade on this building and the window flowers

The first two floors of this elegant building are covered in a marble facade.
Inside is an H&M.
Who knew?

We have fun with a mirrored ceiling while buying tickets for the Opera

We found the French Embassy!

Emily photobombs my picture.
This is not the first time, nor will it be the last, I suspect.

Love the juxtaposition of old and new.

A hotel we thought was the Belvedere. Ooops.

Jake and Emily strike a pose.

More embassies on the way to the Belvedere.
We couldn't find the American one though.

After much wandering around we finally found the Belvedere!  It's an amazingly huge palace, with a upper and lower part, separated by a garden.  The main collection is in the Upper Belvedere and we started there first.

Carriage entrance to the Belvedere

Upper Belvedere!

Oh hey there Emily!

Belvedere and reflecting pool.
Too bad it was cold and gray on the day we went!

I wonder what school we all go to?

Avengers assemble!

The gardens looking down on the downtown and the Lower Belvedere

We bought our tickets and spent a good part of the day in the museum.  I loved the Upper Belvedere. There were so many amazing paintings and sculptures.  Unfortunately, you weren't allowed to take pictures of many of the artworks, so I'm relying on the wonders of the internet to show you a couple of my favorites.

Naturally, I loved "The Kiss" in real life.  It's so much bigger and brighter in real life than you see in photos! It's very moving and romantic.  It was definitely worth the price of admission to see this and other of Klimt's works.

"Der Kuss" - Gustav Klimt

"Die Lautenspielerin" - Friedrich von Amerling

"Twilight" - Carl Moll

There were also a couple of statues that were just breathtaking, but alas, the internet fails me on this score.  But as you can see, the Belvedere has a wide range of art and there is definitely going to be at least one painting you really like.

Then we went down the Lower Belvedere ready to enjoy more art.  Well...some people might call it art.

If you know me, or if you have known me for while, you will eventually get Rant #476 (I HATE MODERN ART), which is related to Rant #698 (People back in the day had talent), which nicely leads into Rant #90293 (I hate pretentious art in all its forms - poetry, literature, art).  

I'm an aesthetics person. I like art for art's sake. I'm not looking for a painting that conveys a message - it's just gotta be pretty.  I want something I can hang on my wall and say to myself "That's pretty", not "Wow, this artist captured the feeling of isolation of women in the post-modernist struggle of country reunification post-war." I really don't care.  I just like to have a pretty piece of art painted with talent and skill.

Nothing - NOTHING - in the world raises my blood pressure more than art that attempts to say something without actually being something.  You can't be thought-y with a red dot on a white canvas just because you gave it the title "Death on the Snowy Sahara, Opus 76".   That's not art and you have no talent.

Anyway, the Lower Belvedere had all this modern "art" from this dude named Curt Stenvert, who the exhibition would have you know is very famous and cool and controversial (He made art about women's rights in the 60s y'all...Oh wait, so did everyone else).  But seriously, after I saw a box painted red with a stopwatch inside of it with a small plaque declaring it was called "Time is Red", I just left the exhibit.  It was such a letdown to come from an entire palace filled with the works of the old masters, like Monet, Van Gogh, Freidrich, Klimt and end up staring a red box, which took, what, all of 10 minutes to make?  We all felt  a little cheated.

We had dinner - I think fast-food Doener Boxes (yummy) - and Rachel, Zach, Jake, and I set out to find the Raimund Theatre and our musical.  We had gotten the ultimate cheap seats for the musical "Ich war noch niemals in New York" (aka I've never been to New York), which you've probably never heard of.  It's basically a little like Mamma Mia, except instead of ABBA, you have Udo Jurgens, a famous German pop-ballad-drinking-song-writer from the 70s.  All of his biggest hits are loosely tied together in a plot whose whole basis is for someone on stage to say the line that leads into the song.

Let me just sum up "Ich war noch niemals in New York" in one word:  Sparkly.

Yep. Sparkles.

It was literally the most sparkly musical I've ever seen.  If they could put sequins on a costume, they did. And in the big finale/curtain call where they sing all the songs' refrains again, they shot off a glitter cannon.  A GLITTER CANNON!!! (Why I don't have one of these in my life is a mystery and a shame.)

Now, I went into this musical with a great deal of skepticism, despite the sparkles (I'm a girly-girl, bring on the sparkles), simply because I knew, deep in my bones, that the plot was going to be terrible.  And it was stupid.  But it was fun.  Everyone left the theater smiling and humming the tunes.  Would I see it again? Eh.  But I had a great time being there. 

And yes, I bought the Cast Recording, so if you hear me at home humming some infectious German ballad, it's probably Udo's fault.