Pfeiffer and 2 Bridges Brothers in'The Fabulous Baker Boys'

Ladarius 2022-02-16 08:02:54


Pfeiffer's appearance is so beautiful.

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LEAD: Long after midnight, New Year's Eve: a moment that''The Fabulous Baker Boys,'' the slow, teasing, rapturously moody written romance and directed by Steve Kloves, has been waiting for. Every waiter and busboy and reveler has left the hotel nightclub, but the balloons and the confetti remain. On each empty table, a little lamp casts a deep, warm glow.

Long after midnight, New Year's Eve: a moment that''The Fabulous Baker Boys,'' the slow, teasing, rapturously moody romance written and directed by Steve Kloves, has been waiting for. Every waiter and busboy and reveler has left the hotel nightclub, but the balloons and the confetti remain. On each empty table, a little lamp casts a deep, warm glow. And on the stage, at the piano, the beautiful singer and the handsome, world-weary pianist are still reeling from the version of''Makin' Whoopee'' they performed earlier in the evening. Alone at last, with the time finally right, they're ready to add a new verse.

This is the sort of thing that''The Fabulous Baker Boys,'' which opens today at the Coronet and other theaters, does very well. It's a film specializing in smoky, down-at-the-heels glamour, and in the kind of smart, slangy dialogue that sounds right without necessarily having much to say. That its characters are essentially familiar does nothing to make them less dazzlingly attractive. Mr. Kloves, a first-time director who only occasionally feels like one, is good with ambiance and even better with actors. The best thing he has done with this film's three stars is to have chosen them in the first place.

Jeff and Beau Bridges appear as Jack and Frank Baker, a two-piano lounge act proud of never having held a day job. Their stage wardrobe is awful, their repertory even worse (``Little Green Apples,''''Feelings,' '''The Girl From Ipanema''), and their morale at rock bottom. Frank, the older brother, is the booster in the family; it's he who tries to look on the bright side after a club owner offers to pay off the Bakers' contract if they will agree not to play. Jack isn't buying any of Frank's nervous optimism. He hates the act, and he hates himself too.

Versatile as he is, Jeff Bridges hasn't played a character like Jack before. For an actor who usually conveys such can-do resilience, the defeated slouch and the bored, jaded cynicism required for this role are notably new. But they aren' t beyond Mr. Bridges's reach, and his performance here is an object lesson in how to turn self-loathing into sex appeal. And this actor's very presence lets the audience know that the aloof, uncommunicative Jack, should he meet the right woman, could be ready to melt.

The right woman, in this film's scheme of things, is someone who can get Jack's attention by throwing incendiary tantrums and sounding even tougher than he does. She is Susie Diamond, the last and least accommodating would-be singer whom the Bakers interview when they decide, as a desperate measure, to expand to a three-person act. Susie's had a hard life, and she's got the attitude to match; when she sings a song like''Ten Cents a Dance,'' she's very nearly singing from experience. Michelle Pfeiffer is as unexpected a choice for this musical bombshell as Jeff Bridges is for Jack, but, like him, she proves to be electrifyingly right. Introducing Ms. Pfeiffer's furiously hard-boiled, devastatingly gorgeous Susie into the Bakers' world affects the film the way a match might affect a fuse.

As the third member of this triangle, and a desperate champion of the status quo, Beau Bridges also has a chance to shine. Though he's shorter, rounder and less imposing than his younger brother, Beau Bridges still has the seniority Frank needs to keep the unruly, undependable Jack in line. When the team becomes a trio and travels on the road (all three of them sleep in T-shirts and boxer shorts), it is Frank who figuratively keeps the wheels moving. Frank both shares and fears his brother's attraction to Susie, but he's a married suburbanite whose main concern is keeping the act together. Mr. Kloves wisely keeps Frank's home life offscreen; the film, like the Bakers' new, improved act, is strictly a three-person show.

The film falters occasionally with peripheral things, and with overly predictable ones. It overdoes the bad-singer audition sequence before Susie is hired, and a minor subplot about one of the bad singers (played by Jennifer Tilly) is expendable and silly. The hints that Jack secretly longs to play jazz with''real'' (eg black) musicians are unbecomingly trite. So are the rain-slicked streets in one nighttime sequence (when Jack finds a Susie look-alike who, of course, isn't she) and the fight scene between Susie and Jack. (The equally requisite Jack-and-Frank quarrel is better; the Bridgeses really fight like brothers.) And at times Mr. Kloves's leisurely, contemplative pacing is just plain slow.

But''The Fabulous Baker Boys,'' like its stars, has style and sultriness to spare. The warm, rich hues of Michael Ballhaus's cinematography contribute immeasurably to the film's invitingly intimate glow. And the cast members' ingenuous musical performances work surprisingly well , sometimes even spectacularly. When Ms. Pfeiffer, draped across Jeff Bridges's piano and setting some new standard for cinematic slinkiness, performs in the above-mentioned New Year's Eve sequence with the camera gliding hypnotically around her, she just plain brings down the house. BOYS AND GIRL-THE FABULOUS BAKER BOYS, directed and written by Steve Kloves; director of photography, Michael Ballhaus; edited by William Robert Steinkamp; music by Dave Grusin; production designer, Jeffrey Townsend;produced by Paula Weinstein and Mark Rosenberg; released by 20th Century-Fox Film Corporation. At Coronet, Third Avenue at 59th Street, and other theaters. Running time: 114 minutes. This film is rated R. Jack Baker...Jeff Bridges Susie Diamond...Michelle Pfeiffer Frank Baker...Beau Bridges Monica Moran...Jennifer Tilly Nina...Ellie Raab Lloyd...Xander Berkeley Charlie...Dakin Matthews Ray...Ken Lerner

Brothers Jack and Frank Baker have been playing lounges as a piano duo for many years but decide they now need a female vocalist to keep the act going. They are lucky to come across Suzie Diamond, who can really put a song over, and the act takes off. But when the relation between Suzie and Jack-younger, less committed, but more talented than Frank-briefly becomes more than professional, tensions surface between all three. Written by Jeremy Perkins

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  • Alaina 2022-02-16 08:02:54

    It's a popular movie. This story actually involves a lot of themes, but all of them are left behind, and they will last until they are clicked. They will never stay here soon, but they also have a long charm. "We were always small time. We were never clowns." also expressed the aspirations of many small people.

  • Allen 2022-03-27 09:01:15

    Classic again. Pfeiffer is very beautiful.

The Fabulous Baker Boys quotes

  • Jack Baker: Listen to me, princess. We fucked twice. That's it. Once the sweat dries, you still don't know shit about me. Got it?

    Susie Diamond: I know one thing. While Frank Baker was home putting his kids to sleep last night, little brother Jack was out dusting off his dreams for a few minutes. I was there. I saw it in your face. You're full of shit. You're a fake. Every time you walk into some shitty daiquiri hut, you're selling yourself on the cheap. Hey, I know all about that. I'd find myself at the end of the night with some creep and tell myself it didn't matter. And you kid yourself that you've got this empty place inside where you can put it all. But you do it long enough and all you are is empty.

    Jack Baker: I didn't know whores were so philosophical.

    Susie Diamond: At least my brother's not my pimp. You know, I had you pegged for a loser the first time I saw you, but I was wrong. You're worse. You're a coward.

  • Frank Baker: I'm sorry. I'm a bit wound up.

    Jack Baker: Frank, you're a fucking alarm clock.