Bottom line: vile movie
Clint Eastwood doesn’t seem to love music enough to direct this narrative. I’ve never seen the musical on stage, but Eastwood’s contributions seem to be his tiresome homophobia and sexism plus his racist riffs. He’s also presented us with actors who have unconvincing Jersey accents and no feel for the class of the characters they play.
That’s right. I didn’t like the film. Everyone in it is nasty. Stilted stereotypes abound. The relationships among The Four Seasons are drenched in testosterone and resentment. The actor playing Frankie Valli does a highly irritating version of his music and makes a relentlessly scowling face while singing. But that’s not as criminal as the brutal way the character treats his wife and daughter. Women are so despised and ridiculous throughout the film that you end up convinced Eastwood needs intense help.
Jersey Boys opened at my local theatre ($6 for senior tickets) this weekend. It was empty on Friday night, the box office guy told me, and on Saturday night the theatre was about a third full. Word has clearly preceded this booking. And the word is: "Can (sic) Take My Eyes Off You."
“Jersey Boys” is being marketed as a high-energy feel-good flick, but really it’s a feel-bad bummer. It’s hard to understand why the executive producers Frankie Valli and his writing partner Bob Gaudio decided to have their lives presented this way. They should’ve learned that “Silence is Golden.”