The first scenario hardly seems worth fussing about given a puppyish aspect to the large-eyed Boneta ( pictured left with Hough) that doesn't exactly correspond with the back catalogue of Twisted Sister. Nor do they.ĭrew and Sherrie have a rather tougher time of it, between getting derailed into a boy band and a strip club, in turn. Russell Brand (pictured above right with Baldwin) pops up as Baldwin's bluntly spoken (would Brand play any other kind?) sidekick and, yes, lover, the two sharing both a smooch and a duet, the latter courtesy REO Speedwagon's "Can't Fight This Feeling". Left with seven bucks to her name, urban neophyte Sherrie might be expected to return home at the first opportunity but no! Before you can say "Don't Stop Believing", Sherrie has fallen hard for dimpled rocker-in-waiting, Drew (Diego Boneta), who lands her a job waitressing at a fiscally wayward venue run by Alec Baldwin's lank-haired Dennis Dupree. That vehicle, as it happens, is delivering to Hollywood the tellingly named Sherrie Christian (Julianne Hough), a wannabe singer from the Midwest who gets mugged within minutes of setting foot in the moral cesspit reviled by Zeta-Jones, cast as the mayor's puritanical (and hypocritical) wife. It's as if the Greyhound bus seen at the start got off at the wrong exit, leaving the real party happening elsewhere.
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So it seems perverse to report that Hairspray director Shankman has made a strangely cautious movie that seems not to buy into the excesses that the material ostensibly wants to celebrate.
The axiom is well-suited to a decade in which, tonsorially speaking, follicular grandeur was the order of the day.
Set in 1987 LA along a Sunset Strip whose debauchery has clearly got too much for some ( Zeta-Jones plays the hip-swivelling embodiment of illiberal America, a role that isn't in the stage version), Rock of Ages exists for one reason: to encourage all concerned to let down their hair. After all, how can you hope to deliver "Nothin' but a Good Time" without the thoroughgoing courage of your go-for-broke convictions? This is the first film in years where I've wanted to go into the projection booth and turn the volume up. One of those star-a-minute movies ("Look, there's Mary J Blige!" "Wait, isn't that Catherine Zeta-Jones?") that may well have been more fun to make than it is to see, the director Adam Shankman enters into the flat-out silliness of the enterprise without fully embracing the correspondingly anarchic spirit.
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