Across the Universe

Imagine...(no Imagine) ... Beatles fans play Where's Waldo in a believable Sixties flashback. If only there hadn't been that one gentleman in the theater with us, then it really would have been like MST3000. (I shouldn't encourage misbehavior, but I do enjoy a good Joe Cocker imitation.)

The review in the New Yorker called it light on dialogue, but I think it would have been better if the dialogue had been pared down and performed as recitative. The plot plodded in places but it was made worthwhile by the numbers in which Julie Taymor pulled out her whole creative bag of tricks. The hidden visual and verbal Beatles references were clever. A second viewing would yield more, I'm sure.

In some ways, it was a bit of a mess. (Fran said "cluster f**k" - not in the military sense - whereas I would say eclectic mash up)
Would I see it again? Yes. (Maybe seated in the front row)
Will I buy it on DVD? (Which may be sooner than later) Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Then Bridget can channel Joe Cocker in the privacy of our family room.