My first show at Cannes was a pretty significant one. It was the world premiere of a much-hype Australian film called The Sapphires, a film that was recently bought up by Harvey Weinstein, which undoubtedly added to the hype. The movie mogul surely knows how to create buzz for a film and send it to the Oscars (see The King’s Speech, among others), so those in attendance were naturally excited, as was I.
The film, about an aboriginal Australian pop group that tours Vietnam in 1968 to entertain troops, is formulaic, and nice. It features all the Hollywood tropes one would come to expect, maintaining a beautiful look and exceptionally production. It is filled with catchy pop songs that no one wouldn’t enjoy, and it is written with charm and purpose, highlighting and offering distinction among all the characters. Chris O’Dowd is fantastically winning in every scene, but ultimately the movie is fleeting simply because it is nice. But that is what it is meant to be: non-confrontational and enjoyable, leaving you bouncing and dancing down the aisles and out the theatre.
Please check out my entire review at Scene Creek.