If you visit this blog for commentary on video games, and the latest news on badass film adaptations of comic and graphic novels, then you’re probably not the ideal, intended audience for Hairspray. This said, Hairspray is probably the most commercial, accessible movie musical of the past few years. It’s not as arty and frenetic as Moulin Rouge. It lacks Chicago’s cynical, venomous take on human nature. And Dreamgirls’ strutting, bad-tempered R&B divas are noticeably absent. Hairspray is designed to be a happy, crowd-pleaser: a joyous celebration of being different –whether you’re overweight, a social wallflower or an oppressed racial minority. Honestly one of the big drawcards of Hairspray is the perverse curiosity of seeing late 70s-early 80s hearththrob, and Grease star, John Travolta in drag here as fat, frumpy Edna Turnblad, the painfully insecure mother of heroine Tracy (vibrant newcomer Nicole Blonsky). Once you get past Travolta’s weird Dr Evil accent, he’s actually credibl...