"The Musical"

☆☆☆

If Alfred Hitchcock had directed The Bad News Bears or School of Rock, the result might have looked a little bit like The Musical, a small, independent comedy with some pretty big ambitions.

It's got a considerable pedigree. With backing from the American Film Institute and the Sundance Institute, director Giselle Bonilla and writer Alexander Heller have created exactly the kind of small indie movie that cinephiles on social media are lamenting don't exist anymore. Subject matter aside (we'll get to that in a moment), it's a movie that could have been made in the indie-crazy 1990s, and just the fact that it exists is a wonderful reminder that the movie industry is still chugging along.

Will Brill stars as Doug Leibowitz, a sad-sack middle-school drama teacher who is subject to the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune everywhere he turns. He's been dumped by fellow teacher Abigail (Gillian Jacobs), who he thinks he might still be dating. But Abigail has started seeing the school's odious, unctuous Principal Brady (Rob Lowe). He keeps applying for fellowships and keeps getting turned down. Life is not cooperating with "Mr. L.," as his kids call him.

Principal Brady is hoping to get the school a prestigious honor. The review committee will be visiting soon — coinciding with this year's play. Doug has selected West Side Story.

But he's changed his mind. He sees the play as an opportunity to humiliate Doug while persuading those hoity-toity review committees that he can write something different. What he chooses is ridiculous — a musical of his own creation called 9/11. Clearly the 12-year-old kids he's directing in it have little concept of what they're doing.

The first two-thirds of The Musical are both cringe-worthy and funny. The movie finds and sustains a black-comedy tone not unlike Throw Momma from the Train, which was even more directly inspired by Hitchcock.

The best thing about The Musical and Bonilla's vision is how it adopts the language of Hitchcock's films, as well as their sound. The movie has a great visual dynamic, and is framed and shaped in ways that feel very unlike most modern films. What's more, the score by Matteo Nossa adopts the rhythm and mood of Bernard Herrmann's best Hitchcock scores, especially Psycho, Vertigo and North by Northwest. For cinephiles, these moments are fun to watch and fun to hear.

Yet, just when The Musical should be taking its biggest and most audacious risks, it pulls punches. We see precious little of the 9/11 musical itself, and if it contains any music beyond a hip-hop song and Enigma's weirdly mismatched Return to Innocence, we never hear it.

That's the real problem: the very thing we came for is missing. We don't get the performance, we don't get to see what it's all building up to, instead of snatches. There's no A Taste for Love (from Forgetting Sarah Marshall) or Songbird! (from Death Becomes Her). Sure, there's the issue of budget, but it would be fun to hear something. The little snippets we get of the kids pretending to be Rudy Giuliani, Osama bin Laden, or, in one of the movie's best sight gags, George W. Bush only begin to show us what we're missing.

There's a lot going on in The Musical that makes it worthwhile, and some real laughs from Brill's exasperated, put-upon Doug, but its lack of an actual musical that would help it live up to its title makes it fall just a little short of recommended.

Viewed September 19, 2023 — AMC Universal 16

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