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In an era often starved for genuine cinematic effervescence, John Waters’ joyous, infectious vision, reborn as a glittering 2007 musical adaptation, blasts onto the screen like a blast of Aqua Net on a stifling summer day. This is not just a movie; it’s a high-voltage celebration of difference, set to a soundtrack that demands immediate choreography.
"Hairspray" whisks us back to 1962 Baltimore, where optimistic, plus-sized teenager Tracy Turnblad dreams only of dancing on The Corny Collins Show. Navigating the rigid social strata defined by waistlines, popularity, and race, Tracy—alongside her supportive mother Edna—wages a delightful war against segregation, both on and off the dance floor. More than a simple teen comedy, this musical serves as a vibrant, accessible Trojan horse for potent messages about integration and self-acceptance, wrapped up in dazzling, toe-tapping spectacle.
Technically, the film is an absolute feast for the senses. Director Adam Shankman masterfully translates the stage energy into kinetic cinematic language; the opening number, "Good Morning Baltimore," immediately establishes a vibrant, almost breathless pace. Nikki Blonsky, as Tracy, is a revelation, possessing an unforced charm and vocal power that anchors the entire production. Crucially, the screenplay, adapted from the stage version, retains the sharp wit of Waters’ original satire while smoothing some of its rougher edges for broader appeal. However, the true star remains the music: Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman’s score is pitch-perfect pastiche, blending Motown soul with bubblegum pop, ensuring every transition into song feels earned, never forced.
The narrative structure is textbook musical theatre perfection: clear stakes, undeniable antagonists (Michelle Pfeiffer’s deliciously acidic Velma Von Tussle), and a central, unifying goal. Tracy’s development is less about personal transformation and more about expanding the definition of "normal," a theme powerfully underscored by Queen Latifah’s resonant turn as Motormouth Maybelle, whose impassioned delivery of "I Know Where I’ve Been" serves as the film’s emotional and moral core. The film’s thematic bravery lies in its refusal to shy away from the ugliness of racial segregation, contrasting it sharply with the inherent, vibrant unity found within the rhythm of Black culture.
What works exceptionally well is the sheer, unadulterated earnestness of the ensemble. The chemistry among the teens is palpable, and the visual aesthetic—all beehives, pastel poodle skirts, and exaggerated mid-century design—is impeccably realized. If there is a minor weakness, it’s that the pacing occasionally rushes through deeper character nuance in favor of hitting the next big dance sequence, though this is arguably a necessary sacrifice for the genre's high-octane requirements. Within the musical genre, "Hairspray" stands tall, delivering spectacular choreography that feels both nostalgic and utterly fresh.
"Hairspray" is an essential, feel-good cinematic experience, earning a solid 4.5 out of 5 stars. It’s a must-see for anyone craving escapism that carries substance, and especially for those who believe the best way to change the world is to dance until it changes its mind.