James Mangold wasn’t the right director for this. His take on early ’60s NYC lacked grit, and I kept thinking about how much more immersive and real the Coen’s Inside Llewyn Davis’s Greenwich Village looked.
Like other recent musical biopics, the music was the real star. While Mangold failed at the visual aesthetics, he captured the feeling of a single man with an acoustic guitar captivating a generation with these songs. Timmy’s performances ranged from good to excellent. His imitation…
