'Jersey Boys': Eastwood's latest may leave you singing 'Oh (Brother) What a Night'

McClatchy-Tribune News ServiceJune 19, 2014 

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John Lloyd Young, Erich Bergen, Vincent Piazza and Michael Lomenda in Jersey Boys.

KEITH BERNSTEIN

  • MOVIE REVIEW

    'Jersey Boys'

    ★★☆☆☆

    R for language throughout. Warner Bros. 2:14. Fayette Mall, Frankfort, Georgetown, Hamburg, Movie Tavern, Nicholasville, Richmond, Woodhill.

Whatever charms turned the musical Jersey Boys into a Tony-winning Broadway hit are sorely missed in Clint Eastwood's tone-deaf corpse of a movie. Late to the game, blandly cast and scripted with every Italian-American cliché, it is Eastwood's worst film as a director.

It also does Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons no great favors either, overselling their cultural significance, rendering their story in broad, tried and trite strikes.

Jersey Boys follows little Frankie Castelluccio (John Lloyd Young), son of a New Jersey barber, from his teens, training to follow in Dad's footsteps. But all the Italian-Americans in Belleville see bigger things for Frankie — whose voice could make him "bigger than Sinatra."

If only he can get a break. If only he can stay out of trouble with his musician pal, Tommy DeVito (Vincent Piazza), a "two-bit hustler" who does break-ins and "it fell off a truck" thefts in between gigs.

Frankie is the gang's lookout, signaling that the cops are coming by screeching Silhouettes, the doo-wop hit by The Rays.

Since this happens in 1951 and the song didn't come out until 1957, Frankie was plainly ahead of his time — or Eastwood has turned careless with the details.

The story arc — struggles to get a record deal, inspiration in the studio, breaking out on radio, then money troubles, internal strife, tragedy, etc. — is so overly familiar that it lacks a single surprise. Recycling that corny "DJ locks himself in the studio playing their first hit over and over again until the cops break down the door"? The Buddy Holly Story did it better back when Gary Busey was thin.

Members of the group — Tommy, Frankie, Nick Massi (Michael Lomenda) and Bob Gaudio (Erich Bergen) — turn, mid-scene (mid-concert, sometimes) to the camera and narrate their story. Characters talk with their hands and slip from English to Italian the way such characters did in Italian-American sitcoms of the past century.

But the music? Removed from that era, Valli's adenoidal falsetto evokes a giggle on first hearing. Try to listen to Sherry, the group's screeching first hit, without laughing. But his range was always impressive, as was their longevity: 29 Top 40 hits spanning three decades.

The musical mixes up the songs' order and exposes the tunes' limitations. My Eyes Adored You, with the creepy line "though I never laid a hand on you," gets turned into a lullaby Frankie sings to his little girl. And becomes even creepier when it does.

The Eastwood film exposes the play's antecedents. It is structured like Mamma Mia! with hints of their most famous and recent hit, December 1963 (Oh What a Night), book-ending the plot.

Piazza, as the annoying, overbearing DeVito, is the only member of the group to make an impression. Playing the benign (of course) mobster who watches over Frankie, Christopher Walken is given little to do. Only Renee Marino, as the Italian spitfire who became Frankie's first wife, threatens to animate this picture and give it the acting jolt it needs. But doesn't.

Jersey Boys is such a poor reflection of Eastwood's best work that just when you think, "At least the musician in him does justice to the songs," there's a botched horn arrangement in Can't Take My Eyes Off of You. Just when you think, "Well, there's a big ensemble dance number coming, and he cast Christopher Walken," he misses getting the famed dance man in the shot.

So the guy who directed the superb Bird (1988), about Charlie "Bird" Parker, has made the worst screen musical since Rock of Ages (2012). It's little comfort knowing this won't be his last film, or how he's remembered. It just makes you fear he'll end his directing career on an even worse note next year, with American Sniper.

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