That's right: critiquing Evita for its failure to be a revolutionary action. Sigh. I wouldn't mind, but I go against
my own principles with something like that. Not only am I imposing a value system on art that may or may not dovetail with the artist's intent, I am denying my belief that every time someone experiences art, the world gets slightly better.
What I really doing is hiding my dislike for Wet Wet Wet behind a façade of theory. If I apply the 'Holy Moment' to Evita, I get a far more interesting result.
The idea of Marti Pellow playing Che becomes a little lesson in levels of perception. On the literal level, it is a celebrity playing a revolutionary: on the metaphorical level, this becomes an interesting juxtaposition, a symbol, perhaps, of the relationship between politics and fame. Che Guevara himself is a kind of celebrity revolutionary and, although this is not that Che, I don't think they took the name by accident.
Indeed, the presence of a famous singer playing a revolutionary is, in itself, a piece of casting that works both commercially (people are going to want to see the man who sung that number one about feeling it in his fingers) and on a meta level.
I'm still not sure whether I like Lloyd Webber's tunes, but I am less likely to be moaning about the politics of Evita.
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