Harold Hill (Robert Preston (The Last Starfighter)) is a con artist salesman that targets a
small Iowan town as his next score.
Actually he’s sorta forced into this particular location because he was
traveling on a train with legit merchant peddlers and they want to wring his
neck for ruining their business. So Hill
high tails it to River City and immediately stirs up controversy by demonizing
the newly installed pool table. It
causes nothing but trouble he says. With
that seed planted in folks minds he insists that a boys marching band is the
solution to getting back on the pure and righteous track. Naturally (almost) everyone goes for it and
they order instruments and uniforms from Hill.
He also claims he can teach the kids how to play the instruments and
will lead the band.
So the scheme comprises of Hill making money off the sales
of the instruments and uniforms and then skipping town leaving the swindled
public behind with empty pockets, right?
Wrong. Shockingly Hill actually
delivers on the brass and band outfits!
What he doesn’t deliver on is the supposed knowledge that he knows how
to play the damn things and conduct a band.
I guess the assumption is no one will ever learn how to play the
instruments and therefore never get to proudly display their uniforms so it’s
like these people just pissed their money down the drain? Is that what makes this whole idea devilishly
conniving? Is it just me or is this a
totally bizarre plan?
This kinda needs to be broken down a little bit. First of all Hill makes genuine sales. He takes the orders, gets the money, gives
the people their shit and takes his cut.
Sure the way the sonuvabitch pitches his wares is pretty slimy by either
insisting everyone is a natural musician or getting them intensely excited at
the prospect of being involved with the marching band. But this isn’t any different from a lot of
salesman. They pick an angle and exploit
it or flatter you do death. Hey, they’re
trying to move their merchandise.
Second, just because Hill doesn’t know shit about music
doesn’t mean the people can’t learn how to play from someone else. In fact the love interest, Marian (Shirley
Jones (Two Rode Together)), is a
librarian. Oh, and a music teacher. Almost forgot where I was going with
that. Anyway, why can’t she teach and
conduct the band?
And third, even if some folks are out a couple of bucks that
doesn’t appear to be a problem. We’re
never lead to believe that the townspeople are dead ass broke and that they
can’t afford food or clothing and then get scammed into spending what little
they do have on musical instruments. Everyone
seems to be doing ok. Go ahead, splurge
a bit.
As far as I can tell Hill doesn’t really do anything illegal. Broken promises? Yea. I
dunno.
Eventually we learn that Hill’s true gift to the community
is he brings excitement and happiness (albeit accidentally) to an otherwise
drab existence. I mean before the possibility
of having a marching band the most thrilling thing the town had was that brand
new pool table. But they condemn it out
of the gate so really all they have to pin their enjoyment on now is the band.
The plot is weird but it’s a very pretty movie to look at with
a wonderfully lavish production. There
are plenty of bright vibrant colors used and a multitude of grand shots during
the big music scenes. Robert Preston is
excellent in the lead with his quick smooth delivery and confident buoyant
choreography. And Shirley Jones holds
her own as a brassy dame on the outside that tends to quiver beneath the
surface more and more as she falls for Hill.
One thing I have to say though is there are too many music
numbers. This film is two and a half
hours long and it’s bloated to all hell with song after song. Some even get repeated more than once. I swear not two minutes go by and then
someone starts belting out yet another piece.
The movie was based on a play and maybe it works better in that medium
but for a picture some cuts desperately needed to be made. And what’s odd is the story doesn’t feel
fleshed out enough. Certain plot
elements could’ve been reinforced and made clearer while, at the same time,
other parts could’ve been streamlined.
The music in The Music
Man definitely takes priority over the story, go figure. And if you’re into the tunes like “76
Trombones” and “Till There Was You” (yes Beatlemaniacs that “Till There Was You” which originates here (well, the ’57
play…you get what I’m saying)) you’ll probably forgive any missteps or yell at
your screen that some asshole on the interweb has no idea what he’s talking
about (you’re not wrong by the way). I
guess what I’m trying to say is I wish the plot made more sense and there was a
better balance between dialogue and song scenes.
Look it pains me to say this because a friend of mine adores
this film but I don’t think this is great.
There are very nice moments (the three biggest numbers (“76 Trombones”, “Marian
the Librarian” and “Shipoopi”) are a lot of fun) but overall I found it a
little tedious. And it was hard for me
to get on board with the con Hill hatches because the angle is so strange. Harry, after you get the sap’s money DON’T
use some of it to hold up your end of the deal and buy actual instruments. Pocket the dough and slip out of town when no
one’s looking. Now that’s how you scam
someone buddy.
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