Suffers from a serious white saviour problem, and it simultaneously turns Blackness into a fetish. Basically Get Out, but for Zac Efron fans. John Travolta is a curse I can never un-see. Aging very poorly in a post-Trump world.
Redeemed by its super catchy songs and its self awareness. Everybody clearly knows this is flawed, but look — John Travolta’s in a dress, and here’s Jerry Stiller! You love him! And this music is great! Can’t you hear the bells?
(I do love Jerry Stiller. The music is great. I can hear the bells.)