Blue Moon2025

Never was so much owed by so many to one very, very little man.  Lorenz Hart, known for writing many popular songs and musicals of his time with his partner Richard Rodgers, but became overshadowed by the incredible showstopping talent of Rodgers and Hammerstein. I guarantee practically anyone can name me one Rodgers and Hammerstein musical. But can anyone outside of the musically historically literate name me one Rodgers and Hart production? Hell, I couldn’t.  Thus, it seems fitting that a man so lost in the accomplishments of his successor should have such a diminutive stature. And as small as his physical presence, his ego is large. Doomed and determined to never be as popular as those he deems of lesser talents.   And doomed to love. And to be loved.  It’s astonishing how much sympathy I can have for a little asshole who clearly sabotages his career with his own opinions and self-importance. But I suppose I can see myself in him. I don’t know if that makes me honest or just another asshole. Obviously, I am not as talented as Mr. Hart.  Or am I?  I will never have a fraction or iota of the success that Hart experienced, but I suppose success is only a barometer for talent if you have the opportunity to be successful. I digress.  This is a masterful little snapshot of a film which gives us an entire life in one small, microscopic moment. Every character is delightful, and it truly feels like we have gotten a new timeless standard. An exquisite work of art I can’t wait to experience again.