Review of Florence Foster Jenkins (2016) by Bias — 13 Sep 2016

One of the great things about marriage is that you get to be dragged, kicking and screaming, to things that you would not normally do. In this case, I would not have normally watched this film. But I did. And I'm thankful for that. Yes, I'm being contradictory and no, I don't care.

My wife only gives it four notes out of ten. She more or less seemed to side with the New York Post journalist. She gave it 1 note for Streep, for her wonderful acting, and another for Hugh Mungus and another for "the piano guy". Lastly she gave a generous fourth note to the director, for the effort. I agree with the first three, but the last one, I'm a little stingy with. I get the point, she was a patron of the arts and her heart had glorious music in it although she had no skill in singing. The paradox is only supposed to compliment the meaning of the film, the beauty of music. What I felt was lacking though was her connection to the arts. I didn't just want to hear that she was important and sorta did stuff for the arts. I want to be shown it. It would have endeared the character much more to me. Much more than following the beau. I give it three candy bars, but I will add another because I love the arts and I hope that more people continue to make efforts that bring that joy and spirit to the world.