This movie did all the producers intended it to do. Unfortunately, they were clueless. In an apparent attempt not to recreate the classic 1962 movie, they replaced the talents of such marvelous character actors as Robert Preston, Paul Ford, Buddy Hackett, Hermione Gingold, et. al. with the most bland and boring performances possible. Only Kristen Chenoweth holds her own. The modern moving camera style of shooting was effective at times and irritating as they missed a lot of action in the dance numbers with all the cutaways and sucked your eyeballs out at times with constant motion. The barbershop quartet was inexplicably uncredited until presumably the ending credits which were an unreadable white on yellow and squeezed to the side in the current vogue to make room for more promos. As a barbershop singer, I wish they had gotten a real quartet or at least some coaching as to how to sing the style. That having been said, the costumes and sets were fabulous, the musical score well executed despite some liberties that were creatively well done, but Matthew Broderick sleepwalked through the lead role.
Review of The Music Man
