And the theater was air-conditioned, yay!

So, as a Father's Day present, my parents and I went to go see Jersey Boys, the biopic on Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons.

Man, biopics all tend to be anti-climatic. Life doesn't have a narrative, doesn't have motif or symbolism or hell, balance and spacing of major events (not that any event in Real Life is more or less important than another. It depends on who's telling). The movie, like most biopics, went through the trouble of a good half hour to forty minutes of establishment of setting before the entire band had met and formed, then spent another good half hour on the first three hits that made them famous, then the fifties became the seventies in the space of two montages and a narrated flashback. My dad had really wanted to see it, and he thoroughly loved it, which was the important thing to me, so though I definitely wouldn't have seem it on my own, and almost certainly won't see it twice, it wasn't time terribly poorly spent.

And the Jersey accent-porn in the first act alone is worth price of admission, at least.