Incoherent and boring, and so dark that it can hardly be seen.
The puppet was almost enough to warrant three stars, but not quite.
If I could just see it, it probably would've gotten that extra half star.
I think I just barely like this movie.
Ryan Gosling as the keeper of the soul of jazz strains credibility. Emma Stone is so thin that she is hard to accept in any roll in which extreme waifishness isn't part of her character.
Some of the set pieces looked pretty shoddy, and Gosling is flat any time he tries to hit a low note. Stone finally starts really acting at about the halfway mark.
But, yeah, it's likable and melancholy.