So the suits are sitting around one day and they all agree Technicolor musicals are all the rage.
Somebody gets the bright idea -- could we make a musical where the music is provided by classical composers rather than Broadway hacks.
''Who would go to see a picture like that? The kids are into the rock n roll these days, not Rachmoninoff.''
''No sweat, says the other suit, ''we put Elizabeth Taylor on the marquee and this picture will make money.''
Boom. You got a hit. No story necessary, just like most musicals have no story, but are mostly just a collection of excuses to sing, dance and play music. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
So when you put together great music with Liz Taylor's shattering beauty, what kind of grumpkin could complain about plot holes and improbabilities?
Review of Rhapsody
