West Side Story has long been one of my all-time favorite films. Sure, there were mistakes made. Few street gangs in 1957 were properly trained in modern dance, no less ballet. Rarely did they hang out on stoops and sing when they had nothing better to do. But it was a glorious musical, a brilliant story and a wonderful pageant.
Was it due to be remade? Perhaps. Without remakes, there wouldn’t be a lot of “makes” at all these days. And if so, who better to take on a project of such stature than Spielberg? Yet, it opened this weekend and its box officer was tepid. Worse than that, it seems that the people most inclined to go see this new and improved version were olds who, like me, adored the original movie. Continue reading
