Super Glossy and Glossing Over most Things, this Biopic of the "Godfather of Soul", James Brown, is a Hit and Miss Missed Opportunity Packaged and Paraded out as another Tame African-American "Success" Story.
The Movie's Groove comes from the Good Interpretation of the Soul Singer (by Chadwick Boseman). Mr. Brown, who came from the Dirt Poor South and His Style became Infectious to White-Bread Teen-America, as it Crossed Over from the Soul and R&B to the Pop Charts bringing a Unique Sound and a Dynamic Stage Presence.
But the Movie is a Suffering. It Strains to be "acceptable" with all aspects of the Icon's Personality. His Struggles with Ego, Women, Money, and Drugs are Presented in a "People Magazine" Coating of Gloss without any Deep Consideration just Mention.
The Music is Interesting for Newbies to Explore and Fans to Revisit, and the Onstage Mr. Brown is a Believable Recreation. But the Director is frequently Inconsistent with Awkward Time-Shifting, Fourth Wall Breaking, and a Desire to make it all so Palatable. Truth Is, James Brown, the Man, was Hardly Likable Like this Treatment.
He was Raw and Routinely Rowdy and when the Movie Ventures into the Violence or the Flamboyant Ego, or the Tyranny Towards His Band-Mates it Never Penetrates it just Cuddles Uncomfortably.
The Signature On Stage Slow Exit and Return Donning and Removing His Cape Endlessly while Singing His First and Fan Favorite Hit "Please, Please, Please" is presented so Quick and Thrown Away, it becomes a Glaring Gap in the Understanding of its Power and Newness.
The Opening "Shotgun to the Ceiling" Scene is so Cringe Worthy it is Embarrassing, much like the Ending "Police Chase". In Fact, These Bookends are So Bad it is a Wonder that the rest of the Movie Holds Up as Well as it Does.
Overall, Not Awful, but Nothing Approaching the "Say it loud, I'm Black and I'm proud" Feel the Film should Have Felt. As is, it Feels Ironically, Not Fully, but Frequently, Soul Less.
The Movie's Groove comes from the Good Interpretation of the Soul Singer (by Chadwick Boseman). Mr. Brown, who came from the Dirt Poor South and His Style became Infectious to White-Bread Teen-America, as it Crossed Over from the Soul and R&B to the Pop Charts bringing a Unique Sound and a Dynamic Stage Presence.
But the Movie is a Suffering. It Strains to be "acceptable" with all aspects of the Icon's Personality. His Struggles with Ego, Women, Money, and Drugs are Presented in a "People Magazine" Coating of Gloss without any Deep Consideration just Mention.
The Music is Interesting for Newbies to Explore and Fans to Revisit, and the Onstage Mr. Brown is a Believable Recreation. But the Director is frequently Inconsistent with Awkward Time-Shifting, Fourth Wall Breaking, and a Desire to make it all so Palatable. Truth Is, James Brown, the Man, was Hardly Likable Like this Treatment.
He was Raw and Routinely Rowdy and when the Movie Ventures into the Violence or the Flamboyant Ego, or the Tyranny Towards His Band-Mates it Never Penetrates it just Cuddles Uncomfortably.
The Signature On Stage Slow Exit and Return Donning and Removing His Cape Endlessly while Singing His First and Fan Favorite Hit "Please, Please, Please" is presented so Quick and Thrown Away, it becomes a Glaring Gap in the Understanding of its Power and Newness.
The Opening "Shotgun to the Ceiling" Scene is so Cringe Worthy it is Embarrassing, much like the Ending "Police Chase". In Fact, These Bookends are So Bad it is a Wonder that the rest of the Movie Holds Up as Well as it Does.
Overall, Not Awful, but Nothing Approaching the "Say it loud, I'm Black and I'm proud" Feel the Film should Have Felt. As is, it Feels Ironically, Not Fully, but Frequently, Soul Less.