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Saturday, February 19, 2011
Sex And The Sound Of Music
When did the 1965 Best Picture Oscar champ turn up The Sound of Sex? Right after intermission in the gazebo.
Julie Andrews’ Maria, a millimeter from Christopher Plummer’s Georg: “The Reverend Mother always says: 'When the Lord closes a door, somewhere He opens a window.' "
At this point of near kissing, the only thing Georg wants to open is the back of Maria’s flimsy dress.
So he says with a smirk: “What else does the Reverend Mother say?”
Welcome to the salty side, exactly what Plummer demanded upon taking the Capt. von Trapp role. The Canadian wasn’t about to sing through a saccharin script, so Ernie Lehman pulled back on the spoonful of sugar, not to mention the crisp apple strudels.
Lehman was probably the most valuable contributor to the smash musical whom nobody remembers. We know all about Andrews, Plummer and Rodgers & Hammerstein, the duo who wrote the classics: My Favorite Things, Do-Re-Mi, Edelweis, Sixteen Going on Seventeen. And my favorite, The Lonely Goatherd, which my niece Kristina Dazo sings with merry zest.
Lehman? He wrote the screenplay for Alfred Hitchcock’s 1959 film North by Northwest. Half a decade later he further proved his brilliance by adding such edge to this love story amid the Alps.
Watch The Sound of Music for the 50th time, and you hear that the thrills are alive. Georg wants to take Maria right there in the hut. Maria, breathy and eye-rolling, wouldn’t resist if the cameras were turned off. So all that tension is worth the price of the DVD – until the Nazis take the fun off the screen. Thanks to Lehman’s lines, Maria and Georg do the love dance. Even when they seem to be sparring. And it’s funny stuff.
Maria: “When we enter the abbey, our worldly clothes go to the poor.”
Georg, inspecting her outfit fit for the anschluss: “What about this one?”
Maria: “The poor didn't want it.”
Moments later, they’re at it again at the dinner table.
Georg: “You intend leading us through this rare and wonderful new world . . . of indigestion?”
Georg again, whistling Maria into marching his way: “Is it also possible you remember the first rule in this house is discipline? Then I trust that before I return . . . you'll have acquired some?”
Really, Georg is the one who needs a whuppin, and Maria delivers.
Maria: “You've got to hear! You're never home!”
Georg: “I don't want to hear more!”
Maria: “I know you don't, but you've got to!”
And he does. As Maria muscles in, Georg weakens.
Maria: “If I could be of any help.”
Georg: “You have already. More than you know.”
They’re not the only ones who feel the heat. Also in the mix is Liesl, the captain’s ripe teen. When Dad pretends he doesn’t know his kids tried to rope Maria back into the fold, the daughter says, “Where do you think we were, Father?” The kid is plugged in.
As is Maria. She might be a nun candidate, but she’s also a fine babe — with a rich, castle-dwelling Georg (in the drop-dead-gorgeous shape of Plummer) in her sights.
If there’s any doubt, a steely-eyed Maria sheds it in this exchange:
Georg: “You are back to stay?”
Maria: “Only until arrangements can be made for another governess.”
Like hell. She’s just hours from steamrolling the competition, Baroness Schraeder, and feels it.
When Maria’s back in the abbey, it’s as a shuffling bride. No black outfit and stuck behind the gate — safe from prying priests — for her. It’s all white as she aims for the knight shining at the altar.
And no listening to the head nun on this night.
Bucky Fox is an author of baseball books and an editor in Southern California.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
'My Fair Lady' Did It

Let’s set the record — or DVD — straight.
“My Fair Lady” is the heavyweight champ of musical comedies.
The melodies hit the ears with snappy jabs.
The dialogue deals the senses uproarious uppercuts.
The lyrics clinch the performance with one killer knockout.
Left standing: Rex Harrison, who put the pro in professor Henry Higgins.
Harrison’s depiction of the speech fusspot properly led to his 1964 Oscar along with the film’s.
Movie viewers can kiss the Ascot turf that Harrison carried his Broadway act to the big screen. Hollywood blew it on the distaff side, passing on Broadway babe Julie Andrews in favor of Audrey Hepburn.
Talk bout a wayward punch. In Andrews, Warner Bros. had the top singing talent in the stable. No one could touch her voice.
Tough to fathom, but Julie didn’t have the star power of Audrey back then. So the movie “My Fair Lady” is stuck with a pouty player who can’t sing. The dubbed-in music voice belongs to Marni Nixon.
Enough of the nitpicking. “My Fair Lady” rocks because of its superior content. The song package alone stands octaves above any other in musical history.
Let’s strike up the winning strains:
1. “Why Can’t the English”
2. ”With a Little Bit of Luck”
3. “The Rain in Spain”
4. “I Could Have Danced All Night”
5. “On the Street Where You Live”
6. “You Did It”
7. “Just You Wait”
8. “Show Me”
9. “Get Me to the Church on Time”
10. “I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face”
This could be a top 10 on the song list of musical comedies. And we’re talking about one show.
Even the atmospheric tune at the embassy ball has one fine flow.
This is pure prolificacy from melody maven Frederick Loewe and word whiz Alan Jay Lerner, who should’ve won the screenplay Oscar.
What did Lerner do? Simply produce stinging verse:
Higgins: By right she should be taken out and hung,
For the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue.
Alfred Doolittle: Oh, it's a crime for man to go philanderin' — but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck,
You can see the bloodhound don't find out!
Higgins: I'd be equally as willing for a dentist to be drilling
than to ever let a woman in my life.
Eliza Doolittle: Never do I ever want to hear another word.
There isn't one I haven't heard.
Higgins: One man in a million may shout a bit.
Now and then there's one with slight defects;
One, perhaps, whose truthfulness you doubt a bit.
But by and large we are a marvelous sex!
Eliza: You, dear friend, who taught so well,
You can go to Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire.
Put that humor and depth up against more modern productions such as “The Phantom of the Opera.” It has, what, one memorable song?
Even musicals in the running for the showtime trophy — “The Music Man,” “The Sound of Music” — can’t compete in the sophistication ring.
Maybe I was brainwashed with “My Fair Lady.” While growing up, I’d wake up on Sundays to a tape of the show’s music that my dad habitually played.
He’d then pay the ultimate compliment to Lerner by using “jawohl” in his vernacular.
Now I do it. Does this bring back memories of Higgins’ landing “you did it” plaudits for his climactic triumph? And put the crowning touch on this all-time smash hit?
Jawohl.
Bucky Fox is an author and editor in Southern California who runs BuckyFox.com.
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