At Large Dreamgirls: No Big Whoop
posted by December 26 at 9:44 AMon
So last night I had the chance to see the much-hyped Dreamgirls and it was…okay. Jennifer Hudson and Eddie Murphy are great, Beyonce barely registers as anything beyond a hairstyle or twelve, and Jamie Foxx continues to gross me out hard.
A lot of what’s wrong with the movie is laid out in this hilarious review by Stranger writer Lindy West. (Money quote: “If I were to come across Dreamgirls on TV at 11:00 a.m. on a hung-over Tuesday, I’d be all about it… but to pay cashmoneydollars in an actual theater? It’s like ordering some fancy fish at Ponti Seafood Grill and having Pat Cashman show up with a Taco Time burrito.”)
One thing West neglects to mention, and which was a much bigger problem for me than the movie’s weak-ass attempts at a multi-layered plot, is the music. Simply put, there’s not a single song in Dreamgirls that comes close to the excitement or hookiness of even the weakest Motown track. It’s all bullshit showtune stuff, and it hobbles the whole movie.
Still, Hudson and Murphy deserve all the gushing in the world, and at least I had the good fortune to see the movie in a super-exciting setting: A packed Christmas-night cinema in Norfolk, VA, in which my mom, my boyfriend, and I were literally the only honkies. It was a blast, and the hilarious, ongoing sass-back to the screen filled up a lot of the dumb holes in the plot.