Time Out says
Now we get the film of the show of the film, except it’s not really much of a movie, more like a recording of the stage version. Theatre director Susan Stroman clearly has little idea how to shape comedy and music for the screen, so she just plonks the camera down and lets the show roll on, allowing the Broadway cast of flamboyant impresario Nathan Lane and ambitious bean-counter Matthew Broderick to play it to the back of the gallery. On celluloid this proves brashly overstated yet somehow lifeless, while the energetic efforts of Will Ferrell’s Nazi-loving writer, and a howlingly miscast Uma Thurman as sexy Swedish secretary Ulla, also struggle to raise the spirits. True, the brightly artificial production values recall the widescreen extravaganzas of the ’50s, but dismayingly little thought has been given to reinventing the material for today’s cinema stylings. Of course, the gags are indestructible to a degree, and ‘Springtime For Hitler’ remains a kitsch show-stopper, but this is extraneous for anyone who’s seen the original film or show, presumably leaving everyone else to wonder what all the fuss has been about.
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