What an astonishingly bad film. A really quite rudimentary story of a fantastic musician and interesting figure that nonetheless manages to be quite boring. The film rehearses every possible biopic cliché, from its Great Man/bad person equivocation to its embarassing flashback sequences to the handholding captions that sum up the last 25 years of Charles’ life (hint: no mention of Pepsi).
But of course, this being Hollywood, the cinematography’s really nice, albeit in a style that might make Christopher Doyle a bit queasy.
And Jamie Foxx is good. But you knew that.
by Leo Goldsmith | Source: Universal Pictures DVD
11 May 2005 7:09 PM | Submit Comment