My friend Brian Bingaman, a musician and journalist with a respect for the work of burlesque performers, asked why I had not posted a review of the movie Burlesque. Since I go to the movies about twice a year, I hadn't seen it. So I posted an open call to anyone, even more than one, to be a guest blogger and provide a review. Three volunteered. One served up the goods. So even though the movie is no longer news, I had to share this lady with you. She is a writer who has undertaken burlesque for the same reason I have, and I highly recommend her fabulous blogs titled Through The Looking Glass and 50 or Bust in 2011.
Strutting into Body By Burlesque, all the way from Alberta, Canada, please welcome Dawn Ius! Take it off, I mean, take it away, Dawn.
Just saying the word out loud makes my heart race. I love the way my tongue curls around the L and conjures immediate atmosphere. The glitter of the costumes, the smokiness of the air ripe with lusty lyrics and sensual movement.
Infected by music when just a toddler, I’ve always wanted to dance. But even then, I cursed my two left feet. Instead of dance, I joined soccer, baseball – the kinds of sports my Dad wanted his “tomboy” to play.
The desire to “move” never went away. To compensate for my lack of ability, I’ve become obsessed with dance movies. Dirty Dancing, Step Up, Strictly Ballroom. I’ve watched – and own – the good, the bad, and the downright ugly.
Burlesque is a little like Coyote Ugly – in fact, the story lines are quite similar. Small-town girl leaves behind dead-end job in search of fame and fortune in the big city, meets older mentor who dishes out a healthy dose of tough love, girl becomes a huge star and ends up with the hot – damn hot – guy at the end. There’s killer singing, killer dancing, and all of the cliché’d drama you might expect.
Yeah, I loved it.
I think Christina Aguilera has one of the most powerful voices in the industry, but I worried whether she could pull off the acting (yes!) I wondered if Cher would still amaze me, or if that deep, man-like voice that’s made her famous would annoy me by the end of the show (it kind of did.)
Aguilera might not win an Oscar, but her character was sympathetic and believable. I was absolutely mesmerized by the singing, the dancing.
Cam Gigandet in Twilight. No one told me he appeared in Burlesque.
In addition to falling in love with Cam all over again – hey, with all that girl action, I was happy for some genuine eye candy – Burlesque made me miss the dance classes I started last season (on a dare.) Not just the Naughty Hotties class, where I almost felt sexy, but everything about the way dancing makes me feel.
Burlesque has an inspirational quality about it. The kind of movie that makes you think you can do anything – even dance. So starting next week, that’s what I’m doing. I’ve registered for four classes at J’Adore Dance in Edmonton, Alberta, including Naughty Hotties. (gulp)
And when I close my eyes to avoid looking at my awkward self in the mirror, I’ll imagine I’m on stage in a glittery Burlesque costume, strutting my stuff in a smoky underground club while a mesmerized Cam Giganet watches on.