Thursday, February 24, 2011

Burlesque

I watched this movie with a couple friends on a a day I was feeling all but happy. In fact, all I wanted to do was hug my pillow and watch a sad movie. But they somehow convinced me to get my ass out of my house and watch Christina Aguilera sing. And it kinda was worth it.

Musical is my thing. I've said it already. And this one in particular is more my thing. It's resembles Moulin Rouge and Chicago. The songs, the wardrobe, the cabaret thing. I don't know why, I just love it.

Christina Aguilera is one hell of a singer. Her voice is simply mind-blowing. But she's not an actress. First, her role sucked. It really sucked. No one, I repeat, no one is nice and good and talented enough to be annoying. Well, she is. Somehow she is.

Just to explain the plot, Ali (Aguilera) is a waitress in Iowa who suddenly quits her job and goes to LA to become a singer. Then she runs into a night club called Burlesque where she sees Tess (Cher) singing and goes asking for a job. Se starts working there and you'll need to see the movie to know the rest.

I know that I'm not anywhere near the Cher generation, so that's probably why I didn't see anything special about her. She's a good singer, but that's as far as it goes. She barely dances and let's just say her acting was okay.

There was one other thing that bothered me, when it came to the complication of the movie, it just didn't seemed to be a complication in the first place. Cher has a problem with the club, Jack (Cam Gigandet, as gorgeous as it can be, btw), who is Ali's love interest is engaged and that dude from Grey's Anatomy (whose name slipped my mind) wants to get Ali and her talented voice out of the club, all these things seem to simply solve themselves.

The movie isn't bad, but it didn't live up to my expectations. It is included in a category called Movies To Watch When You're Tired (created by my dad), when you just couldn'tt care less about details and just wanna see people dance.

I guess that's it.

xo

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