Cadillac Records

"Cadillac Records" is a fun, fast, flashy introduction to the world of Chess Records. In the 1950s, Leonard Chess, a Polish-born Jew in Chicago, along with his brother Phil (not seen in this film) produced "race" records by African American blues and rock and roll legends like Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf, Chuck Berry and Etta James.

These artists' work had huge impact on popular music; the Rolling Stones are shown on a pilgrimage to Chess Studio. Their music is great and is played all but non-stop on the soundtrack, which is a very good thing. Flashy glimpses into the glamorous styles of the 1950s and 60s include loving looks at the many Cadillacs Chess gives as gifts to his star performers.

Jeffrey Wright is quietly compelling as Muddy Waters. Mos Def is a charming Chuck Berry; he really communicates the charisma that Berry exuded to his adoring female fans. Eamonn Walker is terrific, and appropriately intimidating, as Howlin' Wolf. Walker electrifies the screen with his every morsel of screen time; I wish that after they'd finished "Cadillac Records," they had just kept the sets up and kept the cameras running and began a biography of Howlin' Wolf with Walker in the lead. Beyonce Knowles is very beautiful and pays worthy tribute to Etta James, the singer she plays.

"Cadillac Records" feels a bit rushed, and not as deep and probing as it could have been. Perhaps much backstory was cut out? A shame, because Adrien Brody, a brilliant and compelling actor, is not given enough to do.

So much more could and should have been said about Chess the man and his motivations, and the complex relationship he had with his singers. There is the story that Chess put Muddy Waters to work painting his ceiling. Some accused him of paternalism; curious viewers are advised to pick up Nadine Cohodas' book "Spinning Blues into Gold: The Chess Brothers and the Legendary Chess Records." Also, "Cadillac Records" can't avoid the clichés inherent in music biopics: the innocent character is introduced to drugs for the first time, and is ruined by them; the self destructiveness of brilliant people, the exhilarating, brutal, rags-to-riches-to-obscurity trajectory of show biz careers. For all that, "Cadillac Records" is fun and it makes you want to learn more about an important cultural moment in American history.

It is interesting so many people have commented on the historical inaccuracies of the film and condemn the film because of this. No one said it was a historical film? It is an excellent film, and I would consider it a lot more than just popcorn entertainment...it has the *flavor* of history. And what is this about looking for historical details in the film? The film maker made a great film with a storyline built around music. We don't get to see such films which modify facts to suit the narrative and their budget. It made for great, entertaining viewing....One of the things that I have difficulty understanding is when some people either want facts or the book a film is based on to drive a feature film. Unless it's a documentary I don't think the filmmaker is obligated to base the film as such so long as the film openly declares that it is based on facts or book...i.e. it is not claiming to be factual but simply derives it's basic storyline from either as the case may be...beyond that the film has artistic license to adapt the historical or fictional narrative for the film. But if a film faithfully represents history or a particular book, that is welcome too.

Cadillac Records was focused on Chess Records and some of it's principal artistes. Who cares if there was a second brother or that there were other artistes....the film maker told a fictional interpretation of the facts and made it a thoroughly enjoyable film. We learn to care for the characters and get to experience their struggles, frustrations, relationships, foibles and talents etc.

Consider this too "fact junkies" - how many movies out there make for a good story to an audience who is NOT into a particular genre of music or art form, and yet gives them some inkling that a particular topic was loosely based on facts or a book. Whether or not everyone who saw the film came away convinced of it's historical inaccuracies, I am confident that those who did not care about such inaccuracies or even the blues, they certainly came away with a better perspective of a small aspect of the history of the blues (and some aspect of rock music) as well as a record company owner who supported and helped some musicians to become big names in the business. Such a segment of the audience would be unlikely to go see a documentary on the history of the blues. The film introduced the blues by making them accessible to an audience segment who otherwise would have been in the dark.

Getting down to the film, ALL actors portray their characters very well. I thought Eamonn (sp?) Walker and Beyonce playing Howling Wolf and Etta James respectively were quite simply amazing. Beyonce especially. Both their performances were riveting. I refer to them specifically because they had relatively smaller parts compared to Adrien Brody and Jeffery Wright, who did a fantastic job as well. If you see films to enjoy a good story...you have one here in spades. And it is sad that the movie did not get to play in theatres as long as it ought to have. This is a loss for film viewers as much as it is for the filmmakers who made it. But I know this movie is getting more play on DVD because word-of-mouth is getting around. Highly recommended.

It's hard to get a feel for a specific time and period in movies let alone an actual mood of a particular music. The best bio-pics on musicians tend to get it just about right (Bird, Sid & Nancy, The Doors, Walk the Line) even if the films aren't great or, even worse, have those tired old conventions of real-life people fit in tidy fashion for a 2-hour storyline. Sometimes all we can hope for is that they get the mood right, and even that isn't attained; some years back the wildly over-praised Ray had strong performances but, to me, didn't really capture that feel of what it was like to be in the midst of something really spectacular- we only saw it being great for Ray Charles (not that his music didn't help the movie, somewhat besides the point).

There's an attitude to a kind of music, whether it's punk or jazz or psychedelic rock or even in "wtf" mode in I'm Not There. The best thing about Cadillac Records, the thing that will have me go back and watch it again more than anything, is that it captures what it was like to be around the one of the significant blues explosions in America. There was always blues in the US in the 20th century, but it grew steadily, out of sorrow and bad days and nights and hate and love gone bad or good for African Americans. Cadillac Records covers some of the crucial blues artists- Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf, Chuck Berry (the cross-over), Willie Dixon, Etta James- and how their personalities were shaped by whatever was around them, and then into the songs. We may not get an entire life story out of all those in the film, but unlike Walk the Line or Ray we don't need it at all to know these people, or the characters.

The actors, it should be said, really do a lot of heavy lifting here. The music, it goes without saying, is spectacular and wonderful and often shown as developing out of a myriad of things (frustration, sadness, joy, craziness, anguish, love), but the script does follow some of those lines that are troublesome in bio-pics (one character, Little Walter, is the proverbial black sheep and that's almost all he is, and there's the obvious dippings in-and-out of relationship things).

So, the actors fill in the gaps in the formula, and make it far more enjoyable and full of life than it might have in other hands; this is the wisdom of the director Darnell Martin, usually a TV director. He casts not entirely on if they exactly fit the original people, but if they got the right stuff for the particular person: Muddy Waters, the real bad-ass of the group and the real main character of the story, is given powerhouse form by Jeffrey Wright in every frame; Beyonce Knowles, while hardly the worst thing in Dreamgirls, completely redeems herself and then some as Etta James, going all out in a full-fleshed out dramatic performance (how well she sings is a given); Columbus Short, given the walking cliché of Little, takes it for everything it's worth, and it is never less than interesting; Eaommon Walker (from Oz) is great as Howlin' Wolf in any scene; Mos Def finds the line of hamming it up and playing it for real for Chuck Berry, and makes it work all the way; Adrien Brody, as the token white main player, is given not a lot to work with either, but is also riveting and captivating and a reminder of why he won the Oscar years back.

But with all this gushing about the actors, I shouldn't forget about the music, the blues, all of it lovingly depicted (maybe at times too lovingly- Cedric's narration) while also in rightful critical form on how the blues got completely ripped off by any (arguably talented) rock band waiting in the wings. You can feel the blues dripping off the screen in some scenes in the first half of the film, the scenes with Waters playing in the club or just in his bedroom, or Chuck Berry playing on stage with a mixed crowd, or the dialog in certain scenes. As a fan of the blues, it hit its target right on spot while hopefully converting some who don't know Muddy Waters or Howlin Wolfs' catalogs like Ray Charles. One more cliché to note, a positive one: it gets you whistling as you leave the theater and tapping your feet at your seat. That's good enough sometimes.

While this film lacks an original framework (it's "Ray" and "La Bamba" and "Hot Wax" and "Why Do Fools Fall in Love"....), both the subject--a seminal recording label--and the performances make this electrifying entertainment.

I can't speak to the accuracy of its historical facts regarding Leonard Chess' exploitation of some of music's largest figures, but the screenplay zooms along and takes us with it. Jeffrey Wright finally gets a role that hopefully will secure his stature. It's overdue. As Muddy Waters his towering strength both as a character and an actor are very impressive here. As well, the entire supporting cast (and it's a large cast) really rise to the occasion. Columbus Short as Little Walter and Gabrielle Union as Water's wife are equally impressive. And in smaller roles, Eamonn Walker as Howlin' Wolf and Mos Def as Chuck Berry nearly steal the show.

I've never been much of a fan of Adrien Brody, but in the first half of the film, he's quite effective. It's only when Beyoncé Knowles arrives that he stumbles, and who can blame him. Ms. Knowles takes a sensational role and scorches the screen. As the conflicted and troubled Etta James, there's a scene on a livingroom floor in front of a fireplace that should win Ms. Knowles many awards. And we're given a generous helping of sensational James' track very well covered by Ms. Knowles.

When we watch America's taste in music change--both before and after the centerpiece of this story--we're at first exhilarated at the discovery of this "new" form of music, and when it wanes and the lives that were propelled to stardom flag, we feel an enormous sadness. But what we know today--that these individuals became legends--is of great consolation.

I don't care that the structure is straightforward. The recreation of the period and it's attitudes are spot on, and the cinematography by Anastas N. Michos make the film rise above any weakness in the script.

Then, there's the soundtrack....

I wish I could say I loved this movie. The artists at Chess Records have been my heroes for more than thirty years. I really wanted to love this movie, but I just couldn't.

It wasn't the historical errors, but just a whole lot of really bad acting, and the way certain performers (Jeffrey Wright as Muddy Waters) turned incredibly powerful, charismatic creative people into boring, drippy, whining losers. What's even more frustrating is that Mos Def is passable as Chuck Berry, and Eamonn Walker totally nails Howlin' Wolf -- but those two actors get about five minutes of screen time.

And of course, just to pander to the vast audience dying to see Adrien Brody and Beyonce make out (????) we get a pointless and non-historical "love affair" between Etta James and Leonard Chess.

And just when it can't get any dumber, we have Willie Dixon's voice over, which must have been put in for all the eight year old kids who were presumably dying to watch this movie and learn about the blues. ("Ya see, an acoustic guitar is fine when they ain't nothing' but empty fields around you, but in the city you gots to have . . . an electric guitar.") Thanks for clearing that up, Willie.

This is me, banging my head against the wall.