1. What, exactly, was the demographic for this musical? Surely the producers didn't expect kids in Williamsburg to take the train into Manhattan for a night at the theatre. Were they expecting a theater half-full of middle-aged yuppies who couldn't score their tickets to Wicked or Movin' Out? Did these producers consider that a musical based on a movie that features characters on the verge of becoming middle-aged yuppies making fun of middle-aged yuppies might, in fact, be offensive to said middle-aged yuppies?
2. Was there a costume designer? Did they go to thrift stores and buy old t-shirts?
3. What does the music sound like? I wish there was a soundtrack album.
4. Am I the only person who doesn't think John Cusack is an acting god? I mean, for every High Fidelity, there's a Must Love Dogs. Grosse Pointe Blank, you say? Pshaw! I retort: Serendipity!
5. Isn't it slightly ironic that hipsters around my age l-l-love this movie and act like it defines their generation, despite its theme of acceptance and selling out? I mean, it's a John Fucking Cusack movie, for Christ's sake.
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I'm not saying High Fidelty is a great movie, but I think you are wrong that the theme is selling out. He keeps his shop, he becomes a dj again, and starts "top 5 records." How does he sell out? Because by the end he finally does something other than bitch and moan?
Sorry, anonymous. I admit I use "selling out" too loosely here, especially since I hate that phrase as much as "white trash" and am trying to drop it from my vocabulary. I guess I'm remembering the book more, wherein Rob and Laura are kind of like, "Well, we're getting old now, and we've been dating for so long, we might as well just stay together." Which is pretty dumb, if you ask me, since the prior two-hundred-and-something pages argue why they shouldn't be together.
Hi, this is anonymous again...i TOTALLY agree with that point - not exactly "selling out," but definitely giving up on some kind of dream. Pretty creepy that you will never know who I am.
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