This long movie is no longer than the smash stage show it brings to the Silver Screen. It just feels like it. Clint Eastwood apparently couldn’t come up with a way to transform the show for the screen, with middling results. I can’t think of a way either, but that doesn’t change the underwhelming end-product.
One change from show musical to screen musical is that the book now dominates the music: feels like more exposition, less singing. Not that each Four Seasons song doesn’t get its due, just that it’s damn near 20 minutes before Sherry lights up the sound system. Then the songs feel kinda few and far between, making Jersey Boys a musical that feels starved for music. Put it this way, it inspires no dancing in the aisles.
That doesn’t mean it’s not a damn fine movie however. Clint directs no less. The man knows how to make a picture, Jersey Boys being a sepia colored lens into 1950s Joisey and a vivid look at 1960s pop stardom.
Then it reaches the 70s, a decade when I pretty much hated Frankie Valli. His comeback hits were too AM, too earnest, too cloying. More recently, I loved Jersey Boys the show, like the rest of America. London too.
However I don’t love the cinematic Jersey Boys, though I’m damn glad I saw it. The movie is at once too much – too earnest to be consistently engaging, too stagy to jump offscreen – yet not enough.
IOW, it’s got a good beat, but you can’t dance to it.
One Take Clint characteristically cast some of the original Broadway stars for his movie. Of course he did. The man doesn’t have a phony bone in his body, notwithstanding that his whole career is based on make-believe. He clearly values craft, which John Lloyd Young and Erica Piccininni have in spades. He did cast one moviestar for a star turn as the local crime boss. Christopher Walken is ideal, natch.
Joseph Russo doesn’t exactly jump off screen as Joe Pesci. Pesci went by Joey back then. In a Small Jersey kind of way he wasn’t just present at the creation, he was the Godfather in the creation of the Four Seasons. Not that kind of Godfather, the matchmaking kind of Godfather. Russo is an appealingly bright-eyed actor who gets to originate a classic line, in a prequel kind of way – “What’s funny about that?”
Christopher Walken essays Jersey organized crime figure Gyp DeCarlo, Frankie Valli’s real Godfather. Walken carries plenty of gravitas, needless to say. When he says “Heeyyy” everybody pays attention.
Clint Eastwood, Master Director, doesn’t fail in the great task of memorializing Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. Far from it, his film shares sepia tones with Changeling, even if it doesn’t rise to the level of Clint’s great collaboration with Angelina Jolie.
Frankie Valli watching Clint Eastwood on TV in 1964 is an amusing bit.