(2016, Dir. Stephen Frears)
In Short: Florence Foster Jenkins (Meryl Streep) is a very bad opera singer--but nobody told her. What's next? Carnegie Hall, of course. Florence Foster Jenkins wants so badly to be good, but it's trying too hard. The costumes are nice, it's a good-looking movie, but it just lacks substance. Streep is good, I guess. Hugh Grant is good, I guess. Simon Helberg is great as the pianist but he's way too cartoon-y to fit in the world that the movie seems to inhabit. I guess that was an attempt to comedy it up, because based-on-a-true-story gets boring if nothing is done with the story. I knew the Florence Foster Jenkins story going in, and the film didn't provide any great historical insight or emotional understanding for me, so it fell pretty flat. I was just watching what I already knew--there were no layers to it. To be fair, this was an end-of-8-hour-transatlantic-flight watch, but I watched a lot of based-on-a-true-story movies on planes in June, and this was easily the worst of them. Sorry, Flo J.
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