So most concert films cut to the audience occasionally to prove to the viewers at home that you’re not just watching a bunch of drugged up insane people in an abandoned warehouse with an applause track.
This one… does not.
So most concert films cut to the audience occasionally to prove to the viewers at home that you’re not just watching a bunch of drugged up insane people in an abandoned warehouse with an applause track.
This one… does not.
Mad props to Universal-International for putting out what is one of the most simultaneously painfully bland and mind-bogglingly insane movies of the 1950s.
I kind of wish this movie was less about the pretty white girl's typical 'rediscovering her mom' junk and more about Hudson's discovery and connection to a group of women who embody so many of her own feelings that she could never express before.
Instead, the dramatic beats seem like less of an awakening than a mishmash. The insertion of contemporary music is jarring, and the overuse of montage covers some moments that would be better left explored. Just kind of unsatisfying overall, though it has a lot of good pieces.