Whatever charms turned the musical “Jersey Boys” into a Tony winning Broadway hit are sorely missed in Clint Eastwood’s tone deaf corpse of a movie. Late to the game, blandly cast and scripted with every Italian American cliche in the “How to Make Spaghetti” cookbook, it is Eastwood’s worst film as a director.
And it does Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons no great favors either, overselling their cultural significance, rendering their story in broad, tried and trite strokes.
“Jersey Boys” follows little Frankie Castelluccio (John Lloyd Young), son of a New Jersey barber, from his teens, training to follow in dad’s footsteps. But all the Italian-Americans in Belleville see bigger things for Frankie — whose voice could make him “bigger than Sinatra.”
If only he can get a break. If only he can stay out of trouble with his musician pal, Tommy DeVito (Vincent Piazza), a “two-bit hustler” who does break-ins and “fell off truck” thefts in between gigs.
Frankie is the gang’s look-out, signalling that the cops are coming by screeching “Silhouettes,” the doo-wop hit by The Rays.
Since this happens in 1951 and the song didn’t come out until 1957, that Frankie was plainly ahead of his time. Or Eastwood has turned careless with the details, like a little old man whose every article of clothing, from shirt to shoes, now fastens with Velcro.
The story arc — struggles to get a record deal, inspiration in the studio, breaking out on radio, then money troubles, internal strife, tragedy, etc. — is so over familiar that it lacks a single surprise. Recycling that corny DJ locks himself in the studio playing their first hit over and over again until the cops break down the door? “The Buddy Holly Story” did it better back when Gary Busey was thin.
Members of the group turn, mid-scene (mid-concert, sometimes) to the camera and narrate their story — Tommy, Frankie, Nick ( Michael Lomenda) and songwriting singer Bob Guadio (Erich Bergen). Characters talk with their hands, say “Hand to GOD” a lot and slip from English to Italian the way such characters did in Italian-American sitcoms of the last century.
But the music? Removed from their era, Valli’s adenoidal falsetto evokes a giggle, on first hearing. Try to listen to “Sherry,” the group’s screeching first hit, without laughing. But his range was always impressive, as was their longevity — 29 Top 40 hits spanning three decades.
The musical mixes up the songs’ order and exposes the tunes’ limitations. “My Eyes Adored You”, where the line “though I never laid a hand on you” was always creepy, gets turned into a lullaby Frankie sings to his little girl. And turns even creepier when it does.
The Eastwood film exposes the play’s antecedents. It is structured like “Mamma Mia!”, with hints of their most famous and recent hit, “December 1963 (Oh What a Night),” book-ending the “Buddy Holly Without the Plane Crash Story” plot.
Piazza, playing the annoying, overbearing goombah DeVito, is the only member of the group to make an impression. Christopher Walken, playing the benign (of course) mobster who watches over Frankie, is given little to do. Only Renee Marino, as the Italian spitfire who became Frankie’s first wife, threatens to animate this picture and give it the acting jolt it needs. But doesn’t.
“Jersey Boys” is such a poor reflection of Eastwood’s best work that that just when you think, “At least the musician in him does justice to the songs,” there’s a botched horn arrangement in “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You.” Just when you think, “Well, there’s a big ensemble dance number coming, and he cast Christopher Walken,” he misses getting the famed dance man in the shot.
So the guy who made “Bird” has made the worst screen musical since “Rock of Ages.” And it’s little comfort knowing this won’t be his last film, or how he’s remembered. It just makes you fear he’ll end his directing career on an even worse note, 2015’s “American Sniper.”
MPAA Rating: R for language throughout
Cast: John Lloyd Young, Vincent Piazza, Renee Marino, Christopher Walken, Erich Bergen, Michael Lomenda
Credits: Directed by Clint Eastwood, written by Marshall Brickman and Rick Elise, based on their stage musical. A Warner Brothers release.
Running time: 2:17
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