The Umbrellas Of Cherbourg is a timeless musical experiment
A swell of violins underscores a ballet of pastel umbrellas on a rainy cobblestone street. A burst of brass punctuates the tracking shot into a fire-engine-red mechanic shop. Like the overture of a stage musical, the opening moments of The Umbrellas Of Cherbourg ease viewers into the heightened world they’ll be visiting. Then comes the big buy-in moment: A young mechanic and a well-heeled customer discuss his car, only they sing their lines instead of speaking them. “Is it ready?” / “Yes. The engine still knocks when it’s cold, but that’s normal.” Hardly the stuff of poetry. Bu...