Jersey Boys: Silence is not Golden in this case

I don't usually do this. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, especially with film reviews as they're highly subjective. However when someone is incorrect, they're incorrect and I can prove it. Swearin' to God. I need to right a wrong, a wrong that is very close to my heart.

I've been a film reviewer so I kind of know what I'm talking about. I have done film reviews for my University newspaper, the Cambridge Film Festival (including interviewing the most important film director in Albania, but that's another excruciating story), websites such as Local Secrets and on community radio (Bums on Seats for Cambridge 105). I only gave up as it started to ruin my enjoyment of not just going to the cinema, but of watching films in general. I'm working my way back to it. Now I only go to the cinema when it warrants it, for valid 3D films, big tent pole releases and for films I just can't wait to see. Jersey Boys was an instance of the latter.

Jersey Boys

Jersey Boys is the story of Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons. I grew up on their music. My ears adored their music right from the first note. I used to sit as a child in front of my parents' stereo, cross-legged on the floor, wearing huge oversized bucket headphones that I had to hold to my ears as they were far too big, lost to the world. The dawn could go away for all I would care. I sat there for hours! Frankie's glorious voice washing over me, Nick Massi's bass voice making me laugh, the tunes sweeping me away and the lyrics, oh the lyrics. This music is the music of my childhood and I'd have "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" as my wedding song.

With this in mind, if there were anything wrong with the film, I'd be the first to pick up on it, with the music, the acting, the characterisation, the story and the singing, particularly the singing. I'm not the sort to blindly love anything. The sun ain't gonna shine on everything about anything. I saw the stage musical four years ago, on an icy December evening. Oh, what a night that was. So I'm in a good position, possibly a better position than most reviewers, to review Jersey Boys than any. Plus I wasn't feeling well and I've been waiting for this films for years, since the doorman at the Prince Edward Theatre mentioned that Martin Scorsese was in line to direct. So I was less inclined to be patient with any shortcomings, but in the perfect way that seems to happen when you're not feeling your best, you fall for something, someone hard. Jersey Boys is not perfect, nothing ever is, but it's still wonderful, a fact that the critics seem to have missed.

The London cast I saw

First to the downsides. In my opinion, the stage musical did a better job of making Tommy DeVito sympathetic, which is unusual as the film had more time and he was played by the only real film/TV actor in the quartet: Vincent Piazza. It might've been helped by the fact that the marvellous Jon Boydon played Tommy when I saw it on stage. Here he is with me looking like a silver star.

Me meeting Jon Boydon

The rest of the cast were great, including the only star Christopher Walken who is a self-confessed Frankie Valli fan and was clearly loving it. On stage, Tommy may have been the stand-out, on screen it was Erich Bergen as Bob Gaudio. He is someone to watch. Let's hang on to him. That is to take nothing away from the Frankies: Ryan Molloy on stage and John Lloyd Young on screen. The latter has been on Glee and has certainly graduated from that. They were nothing if not professional.

In the stage musical, after *SPOILER* Frankie's daughter dies, they used the beautiful song "Fallen Angel" which perfectly describes the emotion of the moment. However the film reprised the song Frankie sang to his daughter to get her to sleep. It made narrative sense, but I missed the inclusion of the song. "Rag Doll" only got a brief mention as well.

Lastly, there was no cameo for Oscar-winning actor Joe Pesci who as a young man was Tommy's dogsbody and introduced them to Bob Gaudio, who became their main songwriter. Ironically in later life, Tommy worked for Pesci in Las Vegas. He has a part in the film though. If Scorsese had made Jersey Boys, I expect Pesci would've got a bigger part and a definite cameo!

Joe Pesci with The Four Seasons

The reason why I'm writing this post is because of the majority of reviews, special mention goes to the exception the LA Times, mainly a BuzzFeed article from Alison Willmore (I have to name and shame her) and a two-star review from my beloved Times. Alison claims that Jersey Boys is a musical that doesn't care about music. This really got under my skin because on the contrary, the film and Eastwood obviously really care about the music. As Alison goes on to say, she wants a Mamma Mia style musical where the characters randomly burst into song for no reason, with big song and dance numbers. You want Mamma Mia? Well watch it again, or the soon-to-be-released Walking on Sunshine. This medley happens at the end in a glorious feel-good finale which harks back to the stage musical, reminiscent of a curtain call. But the point she misses about Jersey Boys is that it as much a biopic as a musical. Eastwood really cares about the music, grounding it in reality rather than trivialising it in the current trend of film musicals. The songs are naturally sung on stage, in the studio, impromptu on the street, down the phone to their producer and to the people in their lives. He puts the songs in context, sometimes giving you the story behind the lyrics; Jersey Boys is a biopic after all. The film and the musical aren't constructed around the songs, it is a biopic that includes their songs and is a musical in that sense. One of the most famous songs, "Sherry" is sung down a phone, but it is reprised later in a storming performance. The songs are woven into the narrative in a seamlessly intuitive way, not as an afterthought or a clumsy emotional bookmark.

Clint Eastwood with Frankie Valli

I for one am glad that they didn't go down the Grease angle, using it as a template. This would be entirely forgivable as Frankie Valli did sing the title track for the film. It could have been excruciating and that happy-go-lucky shallow feel doesn't lend itself to a story of the mob, fraud, betrayal, heartbreak, addiction and death. Jersey Boys is a true story of realistic people with real problems; nothing is manufactured.

One of the key problems as the critics see it is the narrative device of the characters speaking to the camera, narrating the film themselves, compounded by the fact that all but Tommy are stage actors taken direct from the stage musical. Rather than be a negative this actually becomes a positive. The stage actors know the material inside out, their parts are ingrained in them and they bring more naturalistic performances and addressing the audience adds much needed even laugh-out-loud humour (a Nick Massi ranting moment is a scene-stealer) and allows all the characters to have a voice rather than just the lead Frankie and the verbose Tommy. Gaudio's "Walk Like a Man" moment is quite brilliant.

Jersey Boys poster

For some reason, The Times reviewer Wendy Ide decides to criticise the singing, while admitting that John Lloyd Young, Tony award-winning on stage in the part of Frankie, is a "physical and vocal match" for Valli. Therefore criticising his voice makes no sense and belies the fact that she doesn't like the music. This is fair enough, but if you admit that the singing is spot on and you still don't like it, then don't blame the film for it as it's clearly just personal taste! Okay, Young may be pitch and note perfect, but he doesn't have the edge, depth, texture, warmth and humour of Valli. Playing the real Valli over the credits didn't help matters, but he was good enough for me which says a lot. Reviewers do your research! None of them seem to realise that this music is influential, innovative and wait for it, legendary. At the finish, Frankie and the others are inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, this should surely be a signifier as to how special their music has become.

The cast with Frankie Valli

I just want to get all Jersey on the lot of these so-called film critics and whup them, smack them upside their heads! Don't you worry about me, I won't. I feel I know not just Frankie Valli, The Four Seasons and the music better, which I didn't think possible, but New Jersey better. It seems Janet Evanovich in her Stephanie Plum books has it right. You can't help but love the tenacity, loyalty and ferocity. The things I didn't pick up from the stage musical, I understood when watching the film, such as why the songs on my parents' CD had a triangle or a circle next to them: it indicates which were Frankie Valli and which were the Four Seasons.

I just want to thank my parents for introducing me to the glorious music of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, which has lasted and will last a lifetime. Who loves you and will always love you for that and many things. I may go years without listening to the music, but I will instantly get a rush from hearing it and instinctively start singing along, word perfect; this music is embedded in my heart and the lyrics ingrained on my mind. It is indelible music. I got very emotional watching Jersey Boys, the songs touching something deep within me. I didn't cry because big girls don't cry, but I was close. I also want to thank my brothers for introducing me to indie music: blur and the like. I also want to forgive my friends for introducing me to the likes of Boyzone, who I'm still loyal to by the way.

You're ready now to watch Jersey Boys and I'm not going to start beggin' you to watch it, but you'd be missing out on a great experience and some great music and ain't that a shame.