Hunchback of Notre Dame – The Musical (2015) 3★
Képek 5
Szereposztás
| Michael Arden | Quasimodo |
|---|---|
| Ciara Renee | Esmeralda |
| Andrew Samonsky | Phoebus |
| Patrick Page | Claude Frollo |
Várólistára tette 12
Kiemelt értékelések
Ez lényegében a Disney verzió felnőtt változata. Nem éri el a könyv szintjét, kezdek lemondani arról, hogy lesz olyan adaptáció, ami képes rá, de azért már komplexebb a rajzfilmnél: itt már sokkal erősebb a középkor mocska, az emberi rosszindulat jelenléte, nincs spoiler, sokkal direktebb módon látjuk a szexualitás szerepét, és azért a karakterek is bonyolultabbak lettek.
Quasimodo még mindig a jóindulatú, de végletekig kiszolgáltatott áldozat: de nagyon tetszett az a módszer, hogy amikor énekel és/vagy egyedül van, mindig tiszta, szép a hangja (a belső hangja szólal meg, kvázi a gondolatait, a valódi énjét látjuk), amikor viszont mással beszél, alig tudja kiejteni a szavakat (mivel a karakter súlyosan hallássérült, és beszélni is alig tud, ezért olyankor a valódi hangját halljuk, amit mások is). Frolló messze nem éri el komplexitásban a regénybeli szintet, de azért jóval megérthetőbb, mint a rajzfilmben, tekintve, hogy itt Quasimodo az unokaöccse. Phoebus még mindig ezerszer szimpatikusabb, mint eredetileg, Esmeralda pedig nagyjából egy az egyben a rajzfilmes énje.
A hozzátoldott számokat is nagyon szeretem, a Thai Mol Piyas, a Rythmn of the tambourine, az Esmeralda, vagy a Someday nagyon fülbemászóak, és rengeteget hozzáadnak a hangulathoz.
Mindenképp ajánlom, ha valaki a rajzfilmből már úgy érzi, kinőtt, de szereti azt a változatát a történetnek.
Népszerű idézetek
Narrator:
Frollo began to walk the streets,
Night after night
Unable to bring himself to return alone
To his cold, dark chambers
Frollo:
He thought he saw her everywhere
Narrator and chorus:
(Ándo bírto zhas, Thai mol piyas)
Until one night, walking down an unknown alley
He heard the sound of distant music and laughter
(Ándo bírto zhas, Thai mol piyas
Amáre love das, Thai mol piyas)
Coming from within a tavern called
La Pomme D'Eve!
Thai gilaba
Thai mol piyas!
In the dark of the night
In the dead of the winter
Pleasure is fleeting (Ándo bírto zhas)
So lips will be meeting (Thai mol piyas)
Come keep me warm until morning!
Ándo bírto zhas
Thai mol piyas
Amáre love das
Thai mol piyas
Esmeralda:
With the taste of the wine
Hold me close while we're dancing
When I hear you sighing (Ándo bírto zhas)
Winter is dying (Thai mol piyas)
You'll keep me warm until morning
Chorus:
In the dark of the night
Frollo:
Brazen, lewd, and odious
This vile, depraved display
Chorus:
In the dead of the winter
Frollo:
I cannot bear to watch it
Yet I cannot turn away
Chorus:
You'll keep me warm until morning
In the dark of the night
In the dead of the winter
Pleasure is fleeting (Ándo bírto zhas)
So lips will be meeting (Thai mol piyas)
Come keep me warm until morning
Come keep me warm until morning
Come keep me warm until morning
Come keep me warm until morning
Quasimodo:
So many times out there
I've watched a happy pair
Of lovers walking in the night
They had a kind of glow around them
It almost looked like Heaven's light
I knew I'd never know
That warm and loving glow
Though I might wish with all my might
No face as hideous as my face
Was ever meant for Heaven's light
But suddenly an angel has smiled at me
And touched my face without a trace of fright
I dare to dream that she
Might even care for me
And as I ring the bells tonight
My cold dark tower seems so bright
I swear it must be Heaven's Light
Frollo:
The world is cruel
The world is wicked
It's I alone whom you can trust in this whole city
I am your only friend
I who keep you, feed you, teach you, dress you
I who look upon you without fear
How can I protect you, boy
Unless you always stay in here?
Away in here
(spoken)
Remember what I've taught you, Quasimodo
Frollo, Quasimodo:
You are deformed I am deformed
And you are ugly And I am ugly
And these are crimes for which
The world shows little pity
You do not comprehend You're my defender
Out there, they'll revile you
As a monster I am monster
Out there, they will hate
And scorn and jeer Only monster
Why invite their curses and their consternation?
Stay in here
Be faithful to me I'm faithful
Grateful to me I'm grateful
Do as I say
Obey
And stay in here I'll stay in here
Quasimodo:
Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone
Gazing at the people down below me
All my life I watch them as I hide up here alone
Hungry for the histories they show me
All my life I memorize their faces
Knowing them as they will never know me
All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day
Not above them
But part of them
And out there, living in the sun
Give me one day out there, all I ask is one
To hold forever, out there
Where they all live unaware
What I'd give, what I'd dare
Just to live one day out there!
Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives
Through the roofs and gables I can see them
Every day they shout and scold and go about their lives
Heedless of the gift it is to be them
If I were in their skin, I'd treasure every instant
Out there, strolling by the Seine
Taste a morning out there, like ordinary men
Who freely walk about there
Just one day and then I swear I'll be content
With my share
Won't resent
Won't despair
Old and bent
I won't care
I'll have spent one day out there!
Choir:
Come one, come all!
Clopin:
Hurry, hurry – here's your chance
See the mystery and romance
Choir:
Come one, come all!
Clopin:
See the finest girl in France
Make an entrance to entrance
Dance La Esmeralda…
Dance!
Esmeralda:
Hey, soldier boy
I see how you stare
Hey, butcher man
I see you admire
Come gather 'round
Hey, Jacques and Pierre
Come see me dance
To the rhythm of the tambourine
Flash of an ankle
Flip of a skirt
Feel them excite
Inflame and inspire
Come see me dance
Hey, what can it hurt?
It's just a dance
To the rhythm of the tambourine
Phoebus:
This girl…who is she?
Frollo:
This girl…who is she?
Quasimodo:
This girl…who is she?
Frollo:
She dances like the devil himself…
Phoebus:
She dances like an angel…
Quasimodo:
An angel!
Phoebus:
But with such fire…
Frollo:
Such fire!
Frollo, Phoebus, Quasimodo:
Who is she?
Esmeralda:
Men of Paris
Before we get old
Come feel the heat
Come taste the desire
Feel them within you
Crimson and gold
Gold like the coins
You will toss into my tambourine
When I dance
To the rhythm of the tambourine
