To be honest, I wasnāt really sure what to expect from this flick but since it was directed by Stephen Frears and starring Meryl Streep, I was quite eager to check it out. Well, the whole thing really had some potential. Indeed, as displayed with āEd Woodā, if you can make a fascinating movie about the worst director of all time, why not make a movie about the worst singer ever? Unfortunately, Iām afraid I didnāt care much about the approach they have chosen. Indeed, while Ed Wood seemed to be a seriously incompetent film maker, however, he never believed he was a great director while, in this case, Florence Foster Jenkins was displayed as aĀ delusionalĀ idiot. As a result, it was rather difficult to root for her. To make things worse, everyone in her inner circle, especially her husband, constantly enabled her delusional behaviour and even more problematic was that their intentions were never cleared. Indeed, did they do it for the money or did they do it because they really cared for her? Well, by watching this movie, youāll never know as the makers never seemed to make up their mind on this matter. In fact, I think they should have focused more on the factĀ that, even though Florence Foster Jenkins was a terrible singer, she was actually really popular at the time. Indeed, in order to have a great time at a concert, either as a performer or as the audience, it doesnāt necessarily mean that the people on stage need toĀ actuallyĀ haveĀ any musical skills. The will to perform and to have a great time might be actually sufficient and it was apparently the case for this unique woman. Unfortunately, in this movie, they instead went for the easy laughs and spent way too much time on showing how ridiculous she was. Still, there is no denying that Meryl Streep delivered another solid performance. indeed, not onlyĀ it must have been extremely difficult to mimic Jenkinsās awful singing skills butĀ she also completely disappeared in her character. There was also something sweet about the couple she made with Hugh Grant. Anyway, to conclude, even if the damned thing never really worked for me, it was still a decent watch and I guess it might be worth a look if you like the genre.Ā
Florence Foster Jenkins Reviews
An average movie
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Florence Foster Jenkins
Posted : 7 years, 2 months ago on 30 January 2017 10:17So, I guess weāre just throwing Oscar nominations at Meryl Streep for any old role nowadays. Post-Adaptation (what a performance that was!), Streepās Oscar nominations (and wins) are a mixed bag of gorgon-like overacting (August: Osage County), middling biographical film that left her with nothing to do (The Iron Lady), and thinly written comedic roles (The Devil Wears Prada). Add another broadly comedic creation to that list of lazy nominations, yet another tread through Streepās tendency towards going after projects that allow her to shine to the detriment of the rest of the material.
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I would say this is odd considering that Stephen Frears is behind the camera here, but ever since Mrs. Henderson Presents heās given over to handsomely made baubles that garner Oscar nominations and give a grand diva of cinema the shine to tear into a likably daft role. These films and performances feel hollow compared to the depths Frears brought to The Grifters, My Beautiful Launderette, and Dangerous Liaisons. Thereās no excavation into the depths of Florence Foster Jenkins as a woman here, just the treatment of her as a likably eccentric woman completely unaware of her musical inabilities. In fact, Streep makes her variation of Florence so likable that you almost feel bad for questioning her motives or laughing at her horrific singing voice.
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This gloves off treatment of the material is a serious detriment, and the entire film becomes another example of the āfeel goodā emotional manipulation so many of these stories engineer. Thereās darker impulses at play here, but Florence Foster Jenkins wants to give you the warm fuzzies instead of seriously explore the truth of the material. Look no further than Hugh Grantās performance as Florenceās husband, who occupies a strange mixture of parasite, enabler, supporter, and friend. The movie flattens him out, although Grantās innate befuddled worminess brings that certain oily charm into it naturally, essentially being lazy and forcing a movie starās normal charisma to do some of the heavy-lifting for the script.
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Florence Foster Jenkins wants us to feel good about ourselves for propping up the delusions of grandeur of an eccentric, wealthy woman. I call bullshit on this. A majority of the film plays out like a Marx Brothers movie starring Margaret Dumont but the Brother never show. We just follow around this wealthy socialite and are expected to downplay our critical thinking skills in favor of propping up a deluded ego. Itās warm and fuzzy, but it adds up to nothing of import. Thereās tragedy and comedy to mine from the real story of Florence Foster Jenkins, but you wonāt find much of it here.
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