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NOT THIS KIND OF MESSY

Even Christopher Walken can’t save Clint Eastwood’s stiff Four Seasons biopic

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Directed by: Clint Eastwood

Stars: 1.5 out of 4

Rating: R

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’m hearing it in sky blue,” complains music
 producer Bob Crewe in the middle of
 recording a track with the singing group that will later be called The Four Seasons. “You’re giving me brown.”

Alas, the same could be said of director Clint Eastwood’s film adaptation of the Broadway and West End hit Jersey Boys, about the rise and rise and rise — with only a little stumbling — of the now-legendary Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons. This is a stodgy mess of a movie in which a mostly bland cast is shoved around like pawns on a narrative chessboard to tell a rags-to-riches story we’ve seen too many times, and with far more emotional richness and cultural insight. There is no passion for music here, and no appreciation for what made Valli and The Four Seasons so popular. If you don’t already know that they are one of the biggest singing groups of all time, and on an international scale — they were The Beatles before The Beatles came along — you’ll find little hint of it here. A few allusions in a couple of lines of dialogue about grueling tours and money being thrown around with abandon cannot make up for everything that isn’t here: a palpable, visceral awareness of the sex appeal of rock ’n’ roll.

My initial reaction was that Eastwood simply does not get pop music, but the more I think on it, the more I wonder if he isn’t actively disdainful and suspicious of it. The Four Seasons’ music is undeniably fun, if a bit cheesy and dated today, but there’s nowhere near enough of it in a story that is supposedly about that music — and when it does show up, it’s presented with an embarrassing stiffness, as if Eastwood doesn’t know what to make of it. One early performance by the guys on the TV show American Bandstand is directed in the kind of static, on-the-nose way I’d expect from an amateur director. Eastwood’s discomfort with his own material is enormous and obvious.

And then there’s the problem that Eastwood doesn’t seem to know whether he’s making Goodfellas or, perhaps, Walk the Line. Eastwood has a lot of sympathy and a lot more time for Tommy DeVito (Vincent Piazza, who’s like a goombah Robert Pattinson) and his early career in music and relatively petty crime, which is punctuated by spells in prison that he accepts with aplomb as a part of the business. Tommy’s pal Frankie Castelluccio (John Lloyd Young) — later Frankie Valli — has not dreamed of being a gangster, and he’s not very good at it, but he catches the ear, with his angelic singing voice, of Tommy’s mobster mentor, Gyp DeCarlo (Christopher Walken), which will be helpful later when Tommy’s predilection for loan sharks will come back to bite the whole group in the ass. Whenever Walken is onscreen, the film springs to life, and it deflates the moment the actor walks off, but that’s not a good reason to focus so much on the mafia angle.

Fun fact: Future Goodfellas actor Joe Pesci is a character here, portrayed by Joseph Russo; he’s the guy who introduces hugely talented songwriter Bob Gaudio (Erich Bergen) to Tommy, which will cement the band’s future fortunes. The script, by Marshall Brickman and Rick Elice, will go on to all but ignore Bob’s talent, which could have potentially made him the most intriguing character here. This is an extra pity, because Bergen is a high point among the otherwise forgettable cast, which is rounded out by Michael Lomenda as the fourth Season, Nick Massi.

The impromptu song that Bob plays at his audition to join the band is one of the few moments when Jersey Boys hits a groove: The other guys join in and jam, and we get a genuine sense of the four of them being actual creative musicians, just they really were, in their own moment, not as stiff robots regurgitating old (to our ears) tunes that are more Muzak than fresh and authentic. But that’s lost among weird scene transitions, jumps in time that are pointlessly confusing, a mangled subplot about Valli’s daughter, mumbled and unnecessary narrations into the camera by characters that often seem random, and other cinematic flubs.

Rock ’n’ roll should be messy, but not this kind of messy.

 

Tags: Jersey Boys, Review, Folio Weekly, North Florida
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