Either Clint Eastwood had the flu or he wanted to distance himself from ¡°Jersey Boys¡± as much as possible while still managing to direct it. Either way, it¡¯s impossible not to sense a certain coldness on the part of Eastwood here ¡ª you just don¡¯t feel love emanating from the frames in the manner of his previous films such as ¡°Million Dollar Baby¡± or ¡°Bird.¡±
It¡¯s as though he got the job done and put it behind him as quickly as possible, which is regrettable, because there¡¯s so much in the source material to make this story soar.
¡°Jersey Boys¡± traces the meteoric rise of the The Four Seasons, a 1960s vocal group. At one point The Four Seasons were bigger than The Beatles recording some of the most gorgeously sweet, memorable tunes of the twentieth century (¡°Sherry,¡± ¡°Big Girls Don¡¯t Cry,¡± ¡°Can¡¯t Take My Eyes Off You¡°). Listening to the lyrics now, it¡¯s easy to laugh at the cheesiness, but at the same time you¡¯re struck by both the endearing innocence of the era and the four lads from New Jersey who, as legend goes, sang their first number huddled together under a street lamp.
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