Lots of colors and totally insane action, so diverting and kooky for the most part. Still, it needed a more committed lead actor-- Damon not only is bland, but also sounds like he's reading a foreign language, sounding out his lines phonetically. I'd kill for a late-90s Nic Cage in this.
Tough one to review, because while a lot of this is really unwieldy-- and some of the choices are downright strange-- Bill Condon is a goddamn MASTER at nailing the "big moments" within musical numbers. Henceforth, I'm giving all Chicago credit, previously attributed to Rob Marshall, to Condon, because between that, Dreamgirls, and this, it's really clear that he understands that if you can create a magical moment or five, the audience is happy to forgive you for any other…