The movie was not known in my philistine city, don't mention the awarded original production on stage "The Rise and Fall of Little Voice". To most of my townspeople, "LV" forever stands for Marianne's "Louis Vuitton" reticules, the association of John Bull's "Little Voice" ridicule would never come out, very unlikely.
I picked the VCD solely because I was attracted by the bankable casting: Brenda Blethyn, Ewan McGregor, Michael Caine, Jim Broadbent, they seldom let fans down. Yet, apologies, apologies. I don't have the slightest iota of a clue about who Jane Horrocks is well, maybe voice widely heard (in the UK) but face rarely seen (in the Universe). And now I logged on IMDb and am made dumbstruck by the 134 comments. Why has it never been shown in my town? Not even in small movie house. (Shall we bludgeon Hollywood to cranberry jam? Hegemonic, preponderantly.)
Some viewers think that the flick does not deserve so many commendations. To me, my vote 7 goes to mainly the acting, the singing and the casting. If you intend to look for something else from it, disappointment is inescapable. Seeing the wardrobe and the look of BB, MC (funny outdated curly hair) and JB, I can't help thinking about the outrageous 1960s. Time seems to have "frozen" itself in sleazy Scarborough, North Yorkshire but not the wrinkles on people's faces and nor the weight on their arses. In actuality, the music and setting form an appropriate match, old songs in worn-out area.
BB offers me lots of jolly good fun. I always like her acting. Her portrayal of a lonely, horny and vulgar mother of mercenary spirit is so life-like. I can imagine a Cantonese copy with roving eye, someone like the landlady in "Kung Fu Hustle" walking down the street in the red-light area at Wan Chai right after the evening twilight has just arrived. Terpsichore graced EM's feet five years later in "Down with love" where he is a dancing beau at the end of the film. If he were presented the flair earlier, he might have danced in LV's little voice.
LV reminds me of Charlotte Church, the girlish diva. Her mother may not have experienced Mari Hoff's (BB) "predicament" after her daughter's refusal to continue to sing. Nevertheless the turbulent relationship and lavish spending of this opera babe do worry people. All her fans, though I am not one, we don't want to have "The Rise and Fall of A Teen Soprano" on show (too soon), it is forever good to have a prolonged "The Rise to Stardom of a Welsh Cherubim".
I picked the VCD solely because I was attracted by the bankable casting: Brenda Blethyn, Ewan McGregor, Michael Caine, Jim Broadbent, they seldom let fans down. Yet, apologies, apologies. I don't have the slightest iota of a clue about who Jane Horrocks is well, maybe voice widely heard (in the UK) but face rarely seen (in the Universe). And now I logged on IMDb and am made dumbstruck by the 134 comments. Why has it never been shown in my town? Not even in small movie house. (Shall we bludgeon Hollywood to cranberry jam? Hegemonic, preponderantly.)
Some viewers think that the flick does not deserve so many commendations. To me, my vote 7 goes to mainly the acting, the singing and the casting. If you intend to look for something else from it, disappointment is inescapable. Seeing the wardrobe and the look of BB, MC (funny outdated curly hair) and JB, I can't help thinking about the outrageous 1960s. Time seems to have "frozen" itself in sleazy Scarborough, North Yorkshire but not the wrinkles on people's faces and nor the weight on their arses. In actuality, the music and setting form an appropriate match, old songs in worn-out area.
BB offers me lots of jolly good fun. I always like her acting. Her portrayal of a lonely, horny and vulgar mother of mercenary spirit is so life-like. I can imagine a Cantonese copy with roving eye, someone like the landlady in "Kung Fu Hustle" walking down the street in the red-light area at Wan Chai right after the evening twilight has just arrived. Terpsichore graced EM's feet five years later in "Down with love" where he is a dancing beau at the end of the film. If he were presented the flair earlier, he might have danced in LV's little voice.
LV reminds me of Charlotte Church, the girlish diva. Her mother may not have experienced Mari Hoff's (BB) "predicament" after her daughter's refusal to continue to sing. Nevertheless the turbulent relationship and lavish spending of this opera babe do worry people. All her fans, though I am not one, we don't want to have "The Rise and Fall of A Teen Soprano" on show (too soon), it is forever good to have a prolonged "The Rise to Stardom of a Welsh Cherubim".