Hairspray retains a bit of the bite of John Waters' original film, but it's toned down and dressed up in candy colors for the musical version. I did have a lot of fun listening to the lyrics of the songs, though -- there are a few gems in there.
It would be nice to think that the U.S. is moving out of the neo-Con "there's only way to be OK" period, much like 1960s Baltimore does in this film.
The music is upbeat and charming, and all the performances are decent. Queen Latifah outsings almost everyone in the movie, but she's Queen Latifah, so that's to be expected. John Travolta wasn't as annoying as I thought he'd be, but I would have rather seen someone who would play the part as a woman, not a drag queen. Perhaps Divine and Harvey Firestein saw something in Edna that Travolta couldn't.
I would have liked to see more of Christopher Walken, though -- it was disappointing that he only got to sing and dance once. That being said, his duet with Travolta was my favorite song in the movie.
Sweetly satirical.
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