Last night, after playing playdough-related games with the little 'uns at Kids Club (how fantastic is playdough, by the way? The feeling, the smell...), I headed out with Fi to see Dreamgirls at the cinema. After a blistering opening section full of amazing music, the film settled down into an entirely predictable plot with way too many songs shoved in along the way. Seriously, although this is only a 2 hour film, it felt much closer to 3 for me.
First there was the Ray Charles story, and then we had the film about Johnny Cash, and now we have this! It's not about anyone specific, but treads some particularly well worn ground. I must just quickly mention Jennifer Hudson though. What a performance - what a voice! Her lung power pinned me back into my seat several times.
This is a great piece of writing. It packs a particularly emotional punch, given that it is written by an American.
