-- Tom Cruise should have been a rock star.
Remember him pounding his
air guitar in not much more than a shirt and shades in "Risky
Business"? He turned a pool hall into a concert stage, strutting his
stuff in "The Color of Money," shook his moneymaker under layers of
latex at the end of "Tropic Thunder" and took a chance, singing in his
own voice in "Top Gun" and "Magnolia." He always had the moves, and more
important, he had the self-belief. He turns himself on.
Still, the challenge of a
full-blown musical has apparently not been something he's been in a
hurry to tackle, perhaps wary of undercutting his action-man
credentials. Turns out, some things are worth waiting for.
I don't know how much
they may have finessed his vocal tracks, and it doesn't matter. He owns
"Rock of Ages," an addled tribute to '80s hair metal, from the very
minute he appears. He emerges hazily from underneath layers of discarded
groupies in a palatial hotel suite, sporting gunslinger body art and
outrageous crotch jewelry, dispensing intensely eccentric, deeply fried
philosophical nuggets before stumbling into the indoor Jacuzzi. Ladies
and gents, meet Stacee Jaxx, God of Rock.
A caricature of already
larger-than-life personalities Axl Rose and Steven Tyler, Stacee is very
much a supporting character in Chris D'Arienzo's Tony-award-winning
2009 musical. But he's also the star of the show, the one everybody else
is dying to see, to make or to emulate. Cruise has the charisma to sell
all that even as he shows us a boozed-up captive to celebrity, sex and
ego. When he does perform, he's electric. However, Cruise is just as
good in the dialogue scenes, whether it's messing with club owner Alec
Baldwin's vulnerable brain or fending off an increasingly
hot-under-the-collar "Rolling Stone" features writer (Malin Akerman).
A karaoke musical in
which almost everybody bursts into FM anthems at the drop of a hat (yes,
even Baldwin, who duets with Russell Brand on a camp rendition of REO
Speedwagon's "Can't Fight This Feeling"), by rights "Rock of Ages"
shouldn't come off as a one-man show. But it's an uneven fight, and you
might find yourself itching for the fast-forward button whenever Cruise
is off-screen.
Julianne Hough,
who portrayed Ariel in "Footloose" and who appeared in the strikingly
similar "Burlesque," plays the movie's ostensible heroine, Sherrie
Christian, a small-town girl from Oklahoma who gets off the bus in
Hollywood ready to pursue her dream of being a singer.
Instead, she finds
herself playing out a PG-13 version of "Showgirls," waiting tables at
the legendary rock club the Bourbon Room and falling in love with a
co-worker, Drew (Diego Boneta). Drew's own singing aspirations get
considerably more screen time than Sherrie's, but he still fails to make
much impact. Hilariously, within hours of meeting her, he claims to
have been inspired to write "Don't Stop Believin." "It goes on and on,"
he explains modestly after giving her a taste of the first verse.
You couldn't accuse the
filmmakers of taking themselves -- or anything else -- too seriously.
Director Adam Shankman, the veteran choreographer who also directed
"Hairspray" (and a couple of episodes of "Glee"), encourages the cast to
amp everything up to 11, or in the case of Catherine Zeta-Jones, 111.
She plays the mayor's wife, Patricia Whitmore, crusading to clean up the
Strip and shut down the Bourbon Room for reasons more personal than
political.
All this sound and fury
signifies next to nothing, and music fans may feel it's a funny sort of
tribute that mocks as much as it rocks. Even so, it's good to see Tom
Cruise letting his hair down. It's a fun show if you roll with it.
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