Cats (1998)
Well, if my internet keeps being shoddy, I'm going to be doing a lot more rewatching of things I own. Based on Eliot's poems, Cats was always going to be a bit lacking in plot. However, the thing that struck me the last couple times (as opposed to seeing the musical live as a kid) is the emotional power of the Grizabella arc that is the only real arc in the show, the rest being just name-checking of some of the cats, complete with descriptions that make you go "hey, that's my cat." You could say Grizabella is an example of the way society casts women aside when they age, and we watch as the group comes around to her.
But really, it's just about some catchy songs (the thing that kept me from singing along to it was the lingering effects of my respiratory illness, not lack of knowing the lyrics) and some good dance. And cat orgies. I don't think it's just the fetish I've developed for dancers in cat unitards that makes me see a strongly suggestive subtext here. Or watching the ladycats go crazy for Rum Tum Tugger, maybe just text. The film does kind of screech to a halt in the middle, with the most memorable and pacey songs at the start and end, but I still delight in this.
B+