Review: 'Florence Foster Jenkins' hits all the wrong notes
Perhaps not every quirky true story needs a biopic starring Meryl Streep, as evidenced by Stephen Frears' bizarre "Florence Foster Jenkins," the story of a wealthy older woman who launched an amateur singing career in the 1940s, despite her distinct lack of talent. It's a film that dares you to give it a bad review, simply so it can turn around and call you a bully who picks on the people who try. It invites you to giggle at Florence's horrible singing and then promptly scolds you for laughing, creating a contradictory double standard that goes unreconciled -- to laugh or not to laugh at Florence's tortured caterwauling?