Director Sternberg has committed the cardinal sin for a movie about music: he failed to make sure that he had quality songs to carry the film in the first place.
The music in this movie is so bad it's almost laughable. In scenes where we have an audience listening to the awful songs, the poor quality renders the scenes unworkable because nobody would stay and listen to it; they'd be out the door.
You can almost feel the extras in the audience fighting to keep a straight face as they endure the 'songs'.
Young Leo Long's drumming is wonderful and it's a heart-warming tale, but it just lacks any credibility at all because it's let down by the painful music. It even relied on a bad cover of House of the Rising Sun (a great 60s song) to lend some kind of class to the soundtrack.
Don't get me started on the singing of Ed Skrein ... if you're going to make a film about a singer make sure your leading character can actually hold a tune.
Outside of the musical element, the film is strictly formulaic all the way. There were absolutely no surprises.
The music in this movie is so bad it's almost laughable. In scenes where we have an audience listening to the awful songs, the poor quality renders the scenes unworkable because nobody would stay and listen to it; they'd be out the door.
You can almost feel the extras in the audience fighting to keep a straight face as they endure the 'songs'.
Young Leo Long's drumming is wonderful and it's a heart-warming tale, but it just lacks any credibility at all because it's let down by the painful music. It even relied on a bad cover of House of the Rising Sun (a great 60s song) to lend some kind of class to the soundtrack.
Don't get me started on the singing of Ed Skrein ... if you're going to make a film about a singer make sure your leading character can actually hold a tune.
Outside of the musical element, the film is strictly formulaic all the way. There were absolutely no surprises.