I'd rather endure an amputation!

Rating: Null/10 (1 August 2002)

I had my suspicions taking a chance on this one. "nominated for Best Picture" usually sends up a red flag in my head. This film was TOTAL NONSENSE. Everything was artificial: the love story, the singing, the dancing, the emotions. All cartoon acting. Without the musical numbers, you'd think you were watching a bad Monty Python sketch. All put together by the editors at MTV. Did you notice that every song began by the lyrics spoken, not sung? That's so that the audience could say, "Hey, that sounds familiar! What IS that?" And what film could be complete without Jim Broadbent wrapped in a table cloth singing "Like a Virgin"? Pure poetry!!!
No, my friends. The wool was pulled over your eyes once more by sparkling, colorful, polished turds.