People are doing traditional-style reviews all over the web, so we decided to try something different. In each “breakdown” we’ll take a look at what a film’s marketing lead us to believe, how the movie actually played, and then what we learned from it all. Read on!
The story of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons has been a hit on Broadway, so of course it’s time for a big screen version. Dirty Harry directs.
I’m not at all sure what Clint Eastwood was trying to do with Jersey Boys. The film is so all over the place that around halfway through it I realized I couldn’t figure out who or what I was supposed to be interested in. Was it the music? Maybe. Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons certainly had a zillion hits, but the film itself isn’t a musical, and the music that is there isn’t really explored much. But perhaps the music wasn’t the point, right? After all, the film is called Jersey Boys, so maybe I was actually supposed to latch onto the dynamics of the group and how their Jersey upbringing affected them? Unlikely, I think, since the majority of the dramatic and interesting character moments throughout the movie are diffused by poorly timed segments that break the fourth wall. You know what, though? Now that I think about it, maybe I was just supposed to glance at the act’s music and briefly look at the people behind it all and just enjoy the ride. Well, I couldn’t exactly do that, because Jersey Boys has one of those particularly drab Clint Eastwood color palettes and there isn’t a single scene in the film that is vibrant or fun. So, unfortunately, I have no idea what Eastwood wanted me as a viewer to take away from his monotone music biography other than the fact that Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons existed.
I can’t say that Jersey Boys is the worst film to come along in 2014, but it’s definitely the most unfocused.
Pick a lane, Eastwood!