REVIEWS IT’S A MUSICAL MASTERPIECE
THE frenzied expectation surrounding writer-director Damien Chazelle’s musical love story was already deafening before La La Land won a record seven Golden Globe awards earlier this week.
His impeccably crafted follow-up to the critically acclaimed Whiplash is now firmly installed as the frontrunner for glory at next month’s Oscars, and already has one trembling hand on the coveted golden statuettes for Best Picture and Best Director. The feverish hype is fully justified. La La Land is a visually sumptuous, unabashedly swooning valentine to the golden age of Hollywood musicals, artfully constructed on a foundation of distinctly modern sensibilities.
Yes, characters burst into catchy songs composed by Justin Hurwitz, with snappy lyrics by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul, to express their churning emotions, while their bodies tap, pirouette, twist and jive to Mandy Moore’s expressive choreography.
But there is so much more to Chazelle’s story of boy meets girl than doe-eyed glances and pat sentiment, including a heart-wrenching second act that affirms the need for everyone to chase their dreams, but also acknowledges the acrid pill we must swallow when reality bites, down to the bone.
Aspiring actress Mia (Emma Stone) works as a barista in between auditions, which repeatedly end in crushing rejection.
On a traffic-jammed Los Angeles freeway, she crosses paths with talented pianist Sebastian (Ryan Gosling), who reveres jazz in its purest form, but is forced to play saccharine standards by restaurant owner Bill ( JK Simmons).