Reviewer Mikey Clarke takes a look at the big screen adaptation of the Four Seasons biopic that doesn’t quite live up to its showstopping predecessor.
“Go ahead… make my play.”
If you thought Clint Eastwood was an odd choice as director for an adaptation of the award winning musical Jersey Boys, you were right.
I may be wrong, but the legendary western actor doesn’t strike me as a man that has a passion for musical theatre – and it certainly comes across that way on the big screen.
The high energy song-and-dance numbers that made the live version a huge success, were pushed into the background by Eastwood – in favour of a more dramatic take.
Jersey Boys focuses on four young men from the wrong side of the tracks, as Frankie Valli (John Lloyd Young), Tommy DeVito (Vincent Piazza), Nick Massi (Michael Lomenda) and Bob Gaudio (Erich Bergen) come together to form The Four Seasons.
As the iconic group become increasingly popular, the pressures of success begin to take their toll, as their highs and lows are presented on the screen alongside their hit songs.
Jersey Boys is at its best when John Lloyd Young is singing – because as Frankie Valli his piercingly angelic voice is close to perfection.
But what’s the most disappointing is that it feels like most of the movie’s heart and soul was put into the final fifteen minutes, and if the film in its entirety had half the energy of the ending, it may have come closer to getting near the excellence of the stage version.