The main good points that I could see with the movie were its costuming/art direction etc; yes, it looked pretty, but I’d suggest the films of Peter Greenaway (Belly of an Architect, Zed & Two Noughts, The Cook, The Theif, His Wife and Her Lover etc), or Derek Jarman (The Tempest, Caravaggio, Jubilee), wipe the floor with MR in terms of originality, beauty, and Jarman in particular sheer jaw-dropping aesthetics. Even Ken Russell managed to create quirky, original, good-to-look-at movies on a tiny budget; Lair of the White Worm for example (worth seeing just for Amanda Donahue in thigh boots and not much else). Another film which is intensely visually appetising , plus poops all over MR’s love story in terms of passion and drama, would be La Reine Margot; beautiful, extreme, heartbreaking.
In terms of the stuff I really didn’t like (the use of dance, the singing)? Well, for a start I’d say Strictly Ballroom, by Luhrmann himself, makes the dancing into so much more a part of the movie. It doesn’t suffer the fast-cutting, the whole mess of editing. You actually get to watch the dancing properly, and it is uplifting, exhilerating. You believe in it and begin to root for the characters. It involves the viewer, which I think is where MR fails. I can see what Luhrmann was trying to do, create this visual impact that leaves you breathless and panting with all the energy and spark, but instead it leaves me squinting ferociously trying to figure out exactly what’s going on. The performances were too ‘considered’ for me to feel emotionally attatched with any of the characters, and the direction and editing just provided another barrier for me to get past.
Singing in contemporary films generally annoys me, but for whatever reason interpreting chart music annoyed me more - a movie which has utilised a song or a few songs more effectively for my taste could be Magnolia - that love-it-or-hate-it moment involving all the principal characters. Even though my brain is trying to tell me that the moment is too sentimental for words, I can’t help but go with it and find it almost unbearably touching. I even enjoy the song/dance numbers in Earth Girls Are Easy more than I did those in MR (“I like 'em big and . . . STUPID!! I like 'em big and . . . REAL DUMB”). EGAE, or John Waters movies where the singing and/or dancing doesn’t grate with me a bit, have a sense of fun which MR, try as it might, lacked for me. The ‘silly, ridiculous’ moments just seemed to strengthen the feeling that the movie didn’t seem to know exactly what it was aiming for - Romance? Drama? Farce? Figure it out, Baz, then get back to me, and try creating a scarier villian while you’re at it. It’s hard for me to believe in a movie, and make that great leap of faith to just go with it and enjoy the ride, when it appears to be revelling in multi-personality-disorder.
So yes, I thought MR looked beautiful, some of the set pieces were almost stunning. But it simply wasn’t enough of a spectacle to make up for everything I felt it lacked, and I have seen much, much prettier films which have tried harder to involve me with events onscreen.