Réalisation:
Bill CondonScénario:
Bill CondonPhotographie:
Tobias A. SchliesslerMusique:
Henry KriegerActeurs·trices:
Jamie Foxx, Beyoncé, Eddie Murphy, Danny Glover, Jennifer Hudson, Anika Noni Rose, Keith Robinson, Sharon Leal, Ken Page, Loretta Devine (plus)VOD (5)
Résumés(1)
Deena, Effie et Lorrell écument les tremplins musicaux à la recherche du Graal : un contrat. Lorsqu’elles rencontrent Curtis Taylor Jr., le jeune manager, sous le charme, leur propose une place de choristes auprès de James Thunder Early, la sensation soul du moment. Plongeant dans l’effervescence de la vie de tournée, les “Dreamettes” accompagnent alors la naissance d’un label qui ambitionne de populariser la musique noire au-delà des frontières de la communauté. Le succès pointant, Curtis Taylor Jr. s’intéresse au potentiel de Deena, laquelle pourrait bien percer sur le marché blanc. Sous ses dehors de bluette musicale aux numéros survitaminés (largement saupoudrés de cocaïne, dans la tradition des tournées des années 1960), Dreamgirls, adaptation d’un grand succès de Broadway, raconte la gloire de la Motown, label mythique qui vit le jour dans les bureaux d’un concessionnaire de voitures d’occasion, évoquant aussi l’ascension de Diana Ross et des Supremes. Le parti pris réussi – retracer la période à travers celles qui en profiteront le moins, les choristes condamnées à l’anonymat – confère une épaisseur bienvenue à cette épopée électrique qui laissa des dizaines d’aspirantes vedettes sur le carreau. “Blanchies” dans leurs attitudes, tenues et chansons pour ne pas affoler le public majoritairement wasp, ces artistes aux rêves fracassés y perdirent parfois leur identité. (Arte)
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Critiques (4)
Un film très réussi dominé par une excellente musique, des costumes créatifs et du divertissement musical et dansant. Avec en prime les performances de célèbres acteurs et chanteuses noirs. Eddie Murphy m'a épaté avec un rôle plus sérieux que jamais qu'il a très bien géré. La scène qui m'a le plus marqué est celle de la scission chantée du groupe. One Night Only est devenue culte, tout comme Listen qui est tout aussi impressionnante.
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I can definitely get into this RnB. Catchy songs that never get old, songs with a charge, topped by beautiful performers with even more beautiful voices. And that goes for Beyoncé, too. Incredible casting, even with actors like Jamie Foxx or Eddie Murphy involved. Eddie in particular is incredible. Why doesn't he get these types of roles more often? It's not epic, it's not visually extravagant, but it has a story and great songs. This is how a contemporary musical should look.
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How can it be possible for characters to constantly sing out their innermost feelings and yet leave the audience knowing nothing about them? Bill Condon's musical proves that it is indeed possible. A charismatic character suddenly transforms from one minute to the next into a cunning traitor, while an uncontrollable wild woman naturally softens and everyone leaves happily... or not? Certainly not me, because this is not enough for me. Musicals have often shown that you can see deeply into a character through a single song. That's why it's maddening when Dreamgirls doesn't know when to stop singing. When there's a slightly more intense moment, its appropriate for an emotional exchange of dialogue to be followed by a powerful song, and yet here the main characters are screaming at each other in a chaotic, tuneless number that just feels awkward to me. The atmosphere is lacking, and a few interesting camera movements won't save it. The only positive aspect remains Eddie Murphy and his divine performance. And yet it seems to me that the creators didn't even want to let him shine and they take away as much space from him as possible.
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If R´n´B music is sounds to you like the castrato singing of Pavel Horňák sounds for me (for those who remember), or nowadays, for example, the wailing of Tokyo Hotel (I'm still shivering now), then avoid Condon's film. Here you won't find sophisticated storylines, but a simple straightforward plot about "Cinderellas" who came to happiness and the pitfalls of their fame, which is based only on black music and strong voices. Oscar-winning Jennifer Hudson is – let's face it – not much of an actress, but when she belts, things happen. She handles all vocal positions with ease and when she gets it "hot", she could cut concrete with her powerful voice. Her desperate confession before New Year's Eve is an eruption of emotions, a permanent goosebump and a marathon of chills down my back. Eddie Murphy deserved his Oscar nomination just because he doesn't fart, scream or make a fool of himself, I would hang Beyonce on my wall (poster), and I’m liking the charismatic Jamie Foxx more and more.
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