Though more traditional than, say, Hedwig and the Angry Itch, Blake Edwards’ musical Victor Victoria still displays a similar teardown mentality about genders preferences and performances. Like Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust, Edwards’ gender gambit entails wholesome Julie Andrews masquerading as a male soprano whose “Victor/Victoria” cabaret act involves “his” impersonation of a woman. Soon, 1930s Paris is swooning, a drastic turnaround brought about by the encouragement of a gay entertainer (Robert Preston). Among Andrews’ admirers is a very confused, very straight Chicago gangster (James Garner), whose main squeeze and main muscle provide some slapstick silliness. A heartfelt romp with plenty of Henry Mancini tunes, it’s nostalgia playfully wedded to progressive ideas.
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