So a couple days after Twilight I abandoned hubby with the kiddos and took off the necessary three hours to go see this puppy. I loves me some Baz Luhrmann, so I had faith despite the bad reviews.
There was a lot in the film I liked, but I just have to get Nicole Kidman's immobile face off my chest before I go there. The critics are right. It doesn't move properly. I feel bad for her having to decide between facial wrinkles and the ability to engage fully in her craft. (How can you act if you can't move your face?) It's too bad the knife and botox won out in the end.
Jackman was great, and I have to admit to being sucked into the grandiosity of it all. The Wizard of Oz, Cattle drives and WW II? You had me at hello, Baz. I even had a good cry, too.
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