, the big - budget movie version of
the jukebox hit London and Broadway (and Toronto) musical that all but defined the genre.
Not exact matches
, the
jukebox musical that strings together 19 ABBA
hits on a narrative thread flimsier than dental floss, had me smiling and wincing, often at the same time.
The film proceeds as a kind of Kidz Bop
jukebox musical, with the celebrity voice cast belting out peppy pop
hits like Junior Senior's «Move Your Feet,» Diana Ross's «I'm Coming Out,» and «Can't Stop the Feeling!
True to its maker's aversion to progress, though, its follow - up Café Society is practically a
jukebox - musical treatment of Allen's old (which is to say tired)
hits, from the ennui L.A. inspires in native (which is to say white) New Yorkers to the beauty of other periods that aren't the present to romances strained under the weight of vast age discrepancies.
Clint Eastwood was the wrong choice to helm the big screen adaptation of the
hit jukebox musical about Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons.
Add in a few simultaneous streams, and it gets even worse: now you're blindfolded, hangry, and someone just put $ 20 in the
jukebox and
hit shuffle on Jimmy Buffett.