tl;dr: Hollywood turned a beloved stage musical into another bloated superhero movie and in so doing sucked nearly all of the life out of both art forms.
I walked into this knowing it wouldn't be for me. And it wasn't. But what struck me is how it accomplished transforming one art form (the stage musical) into another (the motion picture) and managed to pit them against each other in a turgid 2-hour-40-minute battle royale of (near) artlessness.
It comes perhaps…
my main thought was that this is like gay Lynch and I'm so here for it
My initial reaction to this is that I liked it well enough but it would have been better as a novel, because then there would have been enough character development to help a) understand who these characters are and b) who they are to each other. And now, a day later, the more I think about this film, the less I like it.
While I was engaged throughout the runtime, the film's emotional beats fell completely flat for me. I…
I wrote something like 1000 words on why I liked this film less and less and I might even post them or link to them later but I'll acquiesce to the internet's sense of economy and paraphrase. The film is a triumph, but most certainly not a triumph of cinema. It's a triumph of nostalgia over cinema, and that I find--for lack of a better word--depressing. And I wanted to like this movie, I really did. But in the end…
