Synopsis: At the New York City High School for the Performing Arts, students get specialized training that often leads to success as actors, singers, etc. This movie follows four students from the time when they audition to get into the school, through graduation. They are the brazen Coco Hernandez, shy Doris Finsecker, sensitive gay Montgomery MacNeil, and brash, abrasive Raul Garcia.
Genre: Drama, Music, Musical
Director(s): Alan Parker
  Won 2 Oscars. Another 4 wins & 17 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
134 min

I worry maybe people aren't

gonna like me when I go to a party.

Isn't that crazy?

Do you ever get kind of a sick feeling in

your stomach when you dread things?

I wouldn't wanna miss a party,

but every time I go to one...

...I keep feeling like

the whole world's against me.

See, I've spent my whole life

in military academies.

My mother doesn't have a place for me

where she lives...

...and she doesn't know

what else to do with me.

You mustn't misunderstand about

my mother. She's really a lovely person.

I guess every boy thinks his mother

is beautiful, but my mother really is.

She tells me in every letter how sorry

she is that we're not together more...

...but she has to think of her work.

One time we were together, though.

She met me in San Francisco once...

...and we were together for two whole

days, just like we were sweethearts.

It was the most wonderful time

I ever had.

Then I had to go back

to the military academy.

Every time I walk into that barracks,

I get a kind of...

A kind of a...

I'm sorry.

Kind of a depressed feeling.

It's got hard, stone walls.

You know what I mean?

I guess I've bored you enough,

telling you about myself.

Thank you.

Sorry about that. I goofed up the last

couple of lines. I guess I'm nervous.

That's okay. You did very well.

I'm sorry.

Thank you. You play very well.

Now Mrs. Tossoff's gonna play notes

for you. Sing them back to us. Like so:

La, la, la, la, la, la, la

- It's too low for me.

- You're a tenor? You want to start here?

La, la, la, la, la, la, la

Louder, please.

I'm so nervous.

- I'm not singing.

- But you have to.

- But I came to dance.

- You have to sing too.

- And act, and play an instrument.

- All three?

It says "performing arts. "

- You don't have to do everything.

- Sure as sh*t helps, baby.

- Thank you. Next group, please. Hurry.

Oh, I like your nose ring.

- I'm into culture.

- Does that hurt, or is that ethnic?

Music, please, Mrs. Snell.

Please pay attention.

We have a lot to do today.

- I hate my legs.

Yeah. Me too.

- I've tried every diet in the whole world.

- Really? Me too.

But you can't help your glands.

I'm sorry! I'm just so nervous.

Relax! Come on, use your body.

- Careful. That's 7000 worth of machine.

Dollars or pounds?

- Don't touch the rotary pots.

- What pots?

I got it set on sawtooth.

Why can't he play piccolo? Something

sensible. Or the accordion, like Papa did.

Same reason you drive a checker and

not a Roman chariot. It's progress.

My son's head is into the future.

And Papa could never play the accordion.

- Do you think you're talented?

- You swine! You coward! You cad!

You dare judge me in my misfortitude?

You dare to ask me the question

who is the father of my child?

- You! You! I point to you, Nigel!

Next, please.

The next group of musicians can

go to the fifth floor now, please.

- Name?

- Excuse me, miss.

You don't need his name. He's not here

for the audition. He's my partner.

- What school's he from?

- He ain't into school.

He's just helping me out with my

dancing. But it's me who's auditioning.

Mulholland, Shirley. I'm all fixed up.

I filled in all your papers and all.

He doesn't go upstairs

without filling in his name.

Leroy's his name, but I'm auditioning.

Shirley Mulholland. That's two I's.

- And don't ask him to do no writing.

- Doesn't he talk, even?

He ain't into conversation

until you get to know him.

- Leroy what?

- Leroy Johnson. Can we go up now?

He's not going up

until he checks his knife.

We ain't staying long enough for

no trouble. He's just helping a friend.

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Christopher Gore

Christopher Gore (September 21, 1758 – March 1, 1827) was a prominent Massachusetts lawyer, Federalist politician, and U.S. diplomat. Born into a family divided by the American Revolution, Gore sided with the victorious Patriots, established a successful law practice in Boston, and built a fortune by purchasing Revolutionary government debts at a discount and receiving full value for them from the government. Gore entered politics in 1788, serving briefly in the Massachusetts legislature before being appointed U.S. District Attorney for Massachusetts. He was then appointed by President George Washington to a diplomatic commission dealing with maritime claims in Great Britain. He returned to Massachusetts in 1804 and reentered state politics, running unsuccessfully for governor several times before winning in 1809. He served one term, losing to Democratic-Republican Elbridge Gerry in 1810. He was appointed to the US Senate by Governor Caleb Strong in 1813, where he led opposition to the War of 1812. Gore invested his fortune in a variety of businesses, including important infrastructure projects such as the Middlesex Canal and a bridge across the Charles River. He was a major investor in the early textile industry, funding the Boston Manufacturing Company and the Merrimack Manufacturing Company, whose business established the city of Lowell, Massachusetts. Gore was involved in a variety of charitable causes, and was a major benefactor of Harvard College, where the first library was named in his honor. His palatial mansion in Waltham, Massachusetts, now known as Gore Place, is one of the finest extant examples of Federalist architecture, and has been declared a National Historic Landmark. more…

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