To call this a film is an insult to all other films, even the Wicker Man remake or Manos: the Hands of Fate.
To call this a musical is an insult to the very concept of sound itself.
There is nothing redeemable in this hour and twenty of atrocious garbage. The songs, if you can even call them that, are tinny and boring. The staging is an absolute mess. The framing device of the school is at best troubling, at worst truly disturbing.
This is a worse affront to God than, well, burning the Bible.
To call this a musical is an insult to the very concept of sound itself.
There is nothing redeemable in this hour and twenty of atrocious garbage. The songs, if you can even call them that, are tinny and boring. The staging is an absolute mess. The framing device of the school is at best troubling, at worst truly disturbing.
This is a worse affront to God than, well, burning the Bible.