This would have been a great movie if they had cut 30-45 minutes from it. Instead, it tries to pack too much in and has you looking at your watch.

That said, there are some great scenes in the movie and it captures the release of the libido and other elements of the 1950's to 70's.

Essentially, Luhrmann has recreated a broader spectrum Saturday Night Fever with Austin Butler as a dead ringer for the young John Travolta.

Tom Hanks is a super creepy Colonel Parker with a bizarre, unidentifiable accent and bad skin.

Spoiler Alert: This move is awful.

I was ready for a classic Hero's Journey where the protagonist goes on a journey, encounters many difficulties, receives help from unexpected places, survives the ordeal, becomes a new person, and returns to his home with a gift for society.

Instead, I got a ponderous score at high volume, a protagonist who doesn't change, and a story by someone who doesn't understand even the basics of coherent storytelling, let alone Jung or Campbell.

Do yourself a favor and hit yourself in the head with a ball-peen hammer instead of seeing this movie. You'll be better off for it.

A meditation on the righteous path and slimy Hollywood types, all with typical Mamet dialogue.