I know the Glenn Miller story isn't authentic, but it's so much fun, doncha think?? (Well, until he dies, that is).
Actually . . . no, it wasn't that much fun even with Jimmy Stewart. He was more wooden in that
film than Glenn Miller actually was, and from what I've read about Miller he wasn't exactly
the life of the party himself. And I didn't much like the over-presence of Chummy MacGregor
(Harry Morgan) in the film, when anyone who knew anything about the Miller operation deeper
than buying his records knew MacGregor was actually a marginal musical influence while
being one of Miller's few true intimates. (It's said MacGregor was so fond of dragging the tempos
that he drove half the musicians in the band to the nearest rye bottle. MacGregor himself was
made a consultant on the Miller film, which is kind of like inviting James Carville to be a consultant
on a film biography of Bill Clinton . . .)
The most fun I ever had with Glenn Miller in fact or fiction was finding in a second-hand shop
a two-album set of the Miller band's recordings for the two films they made before Miller went
into the AAF. They cut the stuff fresh on the 20th Century Fox sound stage and, for whatever
reason, delivered performances that provided the only time in Miller's recording history that
you could actually say the Miller band
kicked. ass. Close your eyes, remove the Modernaires
and Tex Benecke's vocals, and you'd swear you were listening to Tommy Dorsey when Sy Oliver
was his arranger. I hope those recordings get a reissue soon.