clooney1’s review published on Letterboxd:
This could have been an actual home run for Ryan Murphy—something he hasn’t given to us in YEARS—but they (whoever they is) all sat in a room together and collectively decided to cast the walking hate crime James Corden. And then proceeded to somehow make it all about James Corden, the man who probably only knows gay people in passing and still thinks they talk with their wrists. See also: his complete inability to strike an emotional chord because his American dialect is so incoherent and muddled by the sheer laziness his late show has let him get away with. It’s a shame that Jo Ellen Pellman’s debut will go the way of the Nikki Blonsky simply because she was trapped in songs and scenes with one of the most bloodless, inane, and yet still decidedly offensive performances ever seen in a movie musical.