Backlash happens. You already know where you stand on the whole La La Land pro-or-con debate, and I’m not interested in changing your mind. We like what we like and we don’t like what we don’t like. I’ve never been an enthusiast of musicals, and the idea of an explicitly romantic movie puts me to sleep faster than you can say “Nicholas Sparks.” When it comes to La La Land, though, know this: I paid to see it three times when it was released in theaters; I watched it another three or four times when it came to HBO; and then I bought the DVD so I could watch it again.
So yeah, I’ve taken a side.
La La Land is a love letter to Los Angeles, to film, to music, and to everyone who’s ever taken that big leap of trying to make impossible dreams come true.
As Mia says: “I love it.”
I have musician friends who look down on the songs and the score; I have musical theater friends who scorn Ryan Gosling's and Emma Stone’s singing and dancing skills; critiques of the movie's take on jazz may have some merit.
But as Sebastian says: “Fuck ’em.”
La La Land is a joyous, celebratory film that asks you to leave your cynicism at the door. It's not a complicated story. It's your basic boy-meets-girl/will-they-won't-they plot. Mia is an aspiring actress (aka barista) and Sebastian is a struggling jazz musician who hopes to open his own club. As so often happens, their career aspirations put their romance at risk.
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Instead of breaking the storyclock above into three acts, I've used the film's seasonal title cards (Winter, Spring, etc.). But the plot does follow a clear three-act structure, with the set-up of Act One ending (and Act Two beginning) when Mia and Sebastian finally meet and have their first conversation at the ’80s party. The strong turning point (exactly halfway through the film) is their first kiss at the end of the fantasy dance sequence at Griffith Observatory. The second act ends and the third begins when Mia's one-woman show ends disastrously and she leaves Seb to move back with her parents in Boulder City.
A significant portion of the runtime is taken up by the musical set pieces, but they're never gratuitous. Every song advances the story in one way or another. The opening number, for example, perfectly establishes this world of dreamers and strivers, and what they've given up and what they've gained in Los Angeles. Then "Someone in the Crowd" continues along these lines, making it more personal for Mia. I won't run through every example, because in spite of the abundant song and dance flash and spectacle, my favorite moments in the film—not counting Mia's audition and the musical epilogue, of course—are some of the simple dialogue scenes. These moments are more instructive to the average screenwriter (i.e., me) who will never, ever, ever have to worry about creating songs for a musical.
Ok. I remember you.
Mia looks at him. One eyebrow raised. Yeah?
And I’m sorry if I was curt that night.
Ok I was an asshole. I can admit that.
But requesting “I Ran” from a serious musician — it’s too far.
My God. Did you just call yourself “a serious musician”?
I don’t think so.
Can I borrow what you’re wearing?
Because I have an audition next week. I’m playing a serious fire-fighter.
The repartee in this first real exchange between Mia and Sebastian highlights their chemistry and gets us rooting for their relationship right from the start. Their attraction to one another is unspoken, undeniable, and fun to watch. It's also a testament to the casting. (In fact, the entire scene sequence leading up to this moment is evidence of just how much Emma Stone and other actors brought to the project that wasn't originally on the page. Compare the screenplay to the finished film beginning with the introduction of Carlo the writer—page 16 / minute 26:45—and you'll see what I mean.)
But we're going off the rails again. Yes, film is a collaborative effort, and movies are ultimately better for that collaboration. But it begins with the written word, and we're writers, so let's get back to that.
The scene that sends their relationship crashing back to earth is Sebastian's surprise dinner for Mia. It's basically seven minutes of two people sitting at a table, talking as they eat. On paper that's nobody's idea of a good time—well, almost—but here it's riveting to watch a perfectly happy couple gradually and unexpectedly come apart as simple miscommunications set loose repressed resentments.
Anyway -- it’s time to grow up. You know? This is what I’m doing. If you had a problem, I wish you would’ve said something earlier, before I signed on the dotted line.
You had a dream that you were sticking to, that --
This is the dream!
This is not your dream.
Guys like me go their whole lives and never do anything that’s liked. I’m finally doing something that people enjoy. What is wrong with that?
Why do you care so much about being liked -- ?
You’re an actress, who are you to talk??
Silence. We suddenly realize --
-- the LP has finished. You can hear the needle scratch against it now -- back and forth, back and forth. Sebastian looks at Mia.
A moment. Finally --
Maybe you liked me more when I was a failure because it made you feel better about yourself.
Not cool, Sebastian. Not cool.
That one scene is enough to mortally wound their relationship. The final coup de grâce comes shortly thereafter when Seb fails to show for Mia's play. It takes both characters to their lowest points, separates them, and moves the story into Act Three, which breaks down like this:
That epilogue and Mia's audition are highlights of the film, but in spite of the work that must have gone into getting those right, the third act overall is simple and straightforward enough to make it look easy. Of course that's rarely the case, Simplicity is usually the result many hours of hard labor—of building up and tearing down and refining and throwing out babies—all that painful process.
Sometimes, though, it leads to something like La La Land. Sometimes, if you're lucky and good and persistent, it all works out in the end—even if the end isn't quite what you'd hoped it would be in the beginning.
Here's to the ones who dream,
Foolish as they may seem.
Here's to the hearts that ache.
Here's to the mess we make.
She told me
"A bit of madness is key
To give us new colors to see.
Who knows where it will lead us?
And that's why they need us."
So bring on the rebels,
The ripples from pebbles,
The painters, and poets, and plays.
And here's to the fools who dream,
Crazy as they may seem.
Here's to the hearts that break.
Here's to the mess we make.
What movie should I write about next? I have a few ideas, but I‘m open to suggestions:Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
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