Sixty years ago, Robert Wise began his film of “West Side Story” with a view of Manhattan from the sky. He took us from the heel of the island, over the Empire State Building, and down to terra firma—an opening that Wise would echo, four years later, in “The Sound of Music.” True, we landed on a lung-busting nun instead of a finger-snapping Jet, but the trajectory was the same.film of “West Side Story,” skips the sky and takes a trip through rubble.
The message is plain: this “West Side Story” wants to fight dirtier than its predecessor ever did, and the ethnic spite will be notably more acidic. “Sooner or later, the gringos kill everything,” one of the Sharks declares. Narrative touches are designed to add earthiness and sweat; Bernardo is now not merely the chief Shark but a boxer to boot, and, after a jittery standoff, his opposite number, Riff , the captain of the Jets, wipes his hand across his forehead and then on his shirt.
Other shifts and tinkerings abound. “I Feel Pretty” is carolled in Gimbels, where Maria and her comrades work as cleaners after hours. “One Hand, One Heart” finds Maria and Tony uptown at the Cloisters, where the stained glass bathes their devotion in a glow of serene cheesiness.
Oscar Weiners.. who could even watch that pathetic excuse for a movie. Using gay as an excuse takes it another level..As for Spielberg doing West Side Story.. i guess in his old age of senility it seemed like a good idea. Hollywood consumed by Netflix Narco..lepsy Oscars
Wasn't very impressed with Speilberg's attempt..same as the original.. Definitely a stage show with brilliant sound track
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